Ten days. Ten days seemed like such a long time to be stuck at my house unable to go anywhere. In truth, on Tuesday, my final day of quarantine, I’m really surprised how easy it was. I did not go crazy. I enjoyed the time with Bekah and the dogs (f*** the cat) once I had the illness behind me. I was only really sick for 5 days, one of which was truly terrible. It’s just weird. Ten days. Where did they go? It’s an understatement to say I was excited to get back to work. To see some other humans. And I get another short week!! I’m having trouble remembering my last full 5 day work week. Have I had one since the new year? I don’t know.
I’m not happy that I got it. I never want to go through that again, but there is something liberating about having had it and overcome it. It’s been like an enemy knocking on my doorstep since March. We finally had our confrontation and I beat the f***er. Being at risk, I didn’t know what it might do to me. I’ve been anxious about it for almost a year. My anxiety has subsided some. This doesn’t mean back to the old world. I don’t plan on changing my routine. I won’t be doing anything differently. I still plan on applying sanitizer every time I leave the grocery store. I might start giving my blood if it helps others. I am still waiting on that vaccine. The world which I live is very much the same as it was before I caught COVID. It’s not like I can’t catch it again. Other have. Real bummer, that. I’ve just got about and 80% less likely chance of catching it for the next 4-5 months. I’m not invincible.
It was a much stranger feeling being around people again than I imagined. I felt overwhelmed. I also felt like I was doing something dirty. Like I was dirty and should still be away from people. Is this how people in solitary confinement feel when released? Whatever the feelings I may have had, it was nice seeing all the faces that I’ve missed. You have NO idea. Ten days…. Everyone had questions. Wanted to know my symptoms, how bad was it, you feeling better. I humored everyone but by the 10th time I was over talking about it.
The week was fairy lame. Even with the kids back after 2 months it seemed terribly slow. Might not help that my energy level is muted. I’m not who I was 2 weeks ago. I’m still tired and I get winded easily. Annoying.
Friday rolled around and I needed to get burritos. I left my friends high & dry the week before because of the quarantine. I think they understood, but for me to not make up for it would be an awful slight. The rest of the day I just sort of coasted through. I got home and Bekah was gone with her sister Connie. They had a weekend get away. I think I need one with Bekah. I feel a little better about escape now. I f***ing need it. Just somewhere quiet and pretty. I ask for little….
Jalapeño
Song of the Week: Pink Floyd – “Shine On You Crazy Diamond”. This should probably be last weeks because I listened to it and the album ( for that matter, 2 Pink Floyd albums) while I was getting the infusion. But since that kicked of a PF kick, it still applies to this week. I post part one because, really.
Bekah made a large breakfast spread consisting of pancakes, skillet potatoes, bacon, sausage balls & scrambled eggs. I think she’s trying to put meat on my bones after this last week.
Grilled peppers, onion & sausage. BBQ sauce and mustard. Pretty, right?
I came out of the west wing!!!! I cooked!!! Pizza chicken!! Pizza sauce, cheese and pepperoni. Side salad. Sooooooo fun and sooooooo good.
Grilled chicken marinaded in Italian dressing, Mac & cheese w/ green beans. A proper comfort meal before being released back into the world.
Hoisin steak. This used to be a staple in our house when I first discovered hoisin sauce. It had been a while. Since the weather was so nice I couldn’t pass up the option to grill.
Chipotle chicken thigh over peppers & onions w/ Bekah’s famous Spanish rice. The rice is the real star here.
Pineapple on pizza. Pepperoni and Canadian bacon. Jalapeño. What a f***ing dish.
Cocktail of the Week: Nada……
En Fuego 