So it finally happened - Miss Rona, the spicy cough got me. I tested positive on Monday and this wasn’t a surprise. I’d had: Malatang with my bf and a colleague and her bf on Wednesday; Korean fried chicken with Mum on Thursday; A metal gig with a friend

So it finally happened - Miss Rona, the spicy cough got me.

I tested positive on Monday and this wasn’t a surprise. I’d had:
Malatang with my bf and a colleague and her bf on Wednesday;
Korean fried chicken with Mum on Thursday;
A metal gig with a friend on Friday;
An unfruitful search for gothic style fake nails on Saturday; and,
The new Park Chan-wook movie at the cool vintage cinema, and a g&t, on Sunday.

I’ve decimated tissues and toilet paper with my nose, which has rattled with snot, and the drip down into my throat makes me cough. I’ve coughed so much that my throat feels like raw beef. There’s a little blood in the tissues sometimes, would rather not think too hard about its origin.

I feel weak and fuzzy. I miss doing things like walking outside. Seriously.
Even going to the office. Buying coffee and gingerbread. Shopping.

Sadly I infected my partner and his version is the intense headache version. I feel so bad. He joked that we’re stuck in bed like the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory grandparents.

I sort of hoped this day wouldn’t come and yeah. It’s all I hoped it wouldn’t be.