Last Friday did not go as planned

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Last Friday did not go as planned for me. I had planned to clear out my apartment, hit up a very, very small gathering Maeve had put together for me, and then spend the night at my friend’s place before flying home to Huntsville on Saturday afternoon.

I couldn’t sleep Thursday night, which isn’t unusual for me and especially understandable considering the circumstances. But Friday I was even more tired than I should have been. About halfway through clearing out my stuff I realized I was quickly running out of steam. Kicking myself for underestimating so badly, I got a text from a friend I’d spent time inside with earlier that week. He had Covid. It wasn’t until I was walking to the happy hour, early because I had no more energy for moving left, that I realized what that meant for me. So I walked back home and tested… very very faintly positive.

Maeve came over, looked at the strip, and confirmed my suspicion. That was definitely a very faint pink line. I tried to rush her out but she insisted on staying with the window open and both of us masked long enough to make a plan. I had no furniture left, except for the chest of drawers I’d forgotten to have the movers take because it’s in my closet. No bed. No desk. No chair. Literally nothing in the whole apartment to even sit on except the floor and toilet and the random assortment of crap I’d failed to get rid of. I sank to the floor and ugly cried. I was going to be stuck in this apartment for who knows how long with no furniture with a life-threatening illness.

Maeve told me she’d bring me her blow-up mattress and some sheets. My other BFF ordered me a ton of amazing Italian food, all my favorites. I ugly cried again, but this time out of gratitude.

So I folded up my yoga mat, put my comforter on top of it, and waited.

Covid has been mostly very annoying. Saturday I was barely awake. I also slept most of Sunday and Monday. When I was awake I was in pain, at various points my sinuses, back, head, etc. all hurt.

But it looks like I survived. Every day I feel better. And in total I’ve slept more and better than I have in a very long time.

Having Covid on top of a cross-country move, buying a condo, and a major project at work has not been fun. Total social isolation is a real bitch. Then there’s just the practical stuff. How am I supposed to do laundry? Thank God I had planned to keep the lease on my apartment until the end of the month.

It’s still kind of weird to me how much society has decided to just be like, “Figure it out!” to people who get Covid. Like of course we’re all getting it. It’s extremely inconvenient, painful, and expensive to totally self-isolate for ten (?) days. That’s if you even can.

The next best thing, after the friends being there for me and the sleep, to come out of having Covid is discovering The Gilded Age on HBO. Absolutely amazing.

It’s so weird to me that after this I’m flying to Huntsville and starting a new life. Wish me better luck in this attempt to move.