Within 24 hours of being admitted to hospital, unpacking, making myself at home (it’s legit the first thing I do whenever I go to somewhere new to stay for a bit) I was SO SICK.
I rang the Nurses’ bell and asked for pain killers because my throat was red raw and I felt like I just couldn’t get warm – no matter how many blankets I’d tried adding to my bed. The Nurse took my temperature and said it was high.
She was worried and gave me a RAT test to do – which came up positive for Covid.
For goodness sakes.
So back home I went.
I am MISERABLE and SICK now, too. Great.
So, while I’ve been yeeted back at an alarming rate into the ocean of depression and anxiety ON MY OWN once again – adrift and fucking scared…I’ll try to recover from the pandemic, too.