I blame the brain fog

For everything, really

Scott and I hadn’t yet contracted COVID after all this time so I naturally assumed we were imbued with a mystical immunity, when the truth is we’re misanthropes who prefer staying in and our immune systems are disappointingly human. Which is to say that COVID finally got us, and let me tell you, it has not been fun. I’m just going to say it, because someone’s got to! I’m not a fan!

(Did you get the bivalent booster yet, you might be asking me? No. No I did not. I am quadruple-boosted but did not get this latest one. So let this be a reminder, if you haven’t had yours yet.)

We’re almost at the end of this … journey, I’ll call it; I’m about a week in, Scott’s a little ahead of me, but I wouldn’t call either of us hale and hearty, yet. There is still much coughing, and (for me) taking of long naps. (Admittedly, I almost always do this.) I lost my sense of taste and smell, which I am feeling sorry for myself about. Everything tastes like pennies. When we were originally felled I didn’t think this was going to be so bad so I ordered groceries for us, which included more than one container of arugula. Health! I guess I was thinking, like an utter lunatic. We need our greens! You know what the last thing I want is, right now? Arugula. This is an emergency; I can’t consume a bowl of bitter weeds! All I feel like is tea with honey (hot sweet water), soup (hot water with chunks), oatmeal (hot thick) or smoothies (cold thick, of course).

And oh, the brain fog. Between this and menopause, I don’t know how I’m writing this thing. I’m some kind of hero, probably. I was trying to describe to Scott the reason why I wasn’t taking an over-the-counter medication the other night.

“I don’t think it’s going to work because it’s … there’s a date on it. It’s bad. There’s a word for this, a specific word. It’s… it’s … elderly.”

Yeah, it was expired. The word was “expired.” You probably guessed that. I almost had to google it before the word swam into my consciousness. Expired.

I’m at the stage of sickness right now where I feel like “I will always be like this, this is my life now” and I start to feel depressed and frustrated with myself. I’m searching for some media that will cheer me up, so if you have any ideas, please share! And then I will gather them into the next newsletter, because I am a river to my people.

Okay, publish. Substack, publish this. [how the devil do I do this again] and — SEND