Quarantined at Christmas
This must be the whole “for better or worse, in sickness and in health” part. We didn’t plan to get sick, and we certainly never asked for it. We just wanted to enjoy our lives (taking appropriate precautions, of course), and like so many others, we still contracted this vile illness. It came out of nowhere to stomp all over our season’s greetings, and it’s knocked us flat on our backs. It feels like we’re on day 46,823 or something, but I know it’s only been just over a week now. On top of the textbook COVID stuff, I’m now experiencing the excruciating delight of a UTI *sarcasm noted* on top of the miserable aches and fatigue. Whether this was the metaphorical straw that sent me in a downward spiral or whether the confines of this quarantined Christmas abode finally wore me down, I’m not sure. But these last few days have been pure mental misery. Dark thoughts that I had celebrated as gone crept back in and toyed with my head and heart again. Now I’m tired on top of tired, and I