Having Covid sucks
I just lay here in my covid isolation bed, rocking back and forth, moaning and whining, feeling very very sorry for myself.
Have you had it? Because I have it worse than anyone, even people who died. You think I shouldn’t make light of all the people who died of Covid? Well maybe you shouldn’t make light of how icky I feel. I have a headache! My throat hurts! The coughing! The chills! Runny nose! Body aches and fatigue! I don’t like any of it! Not one little bit do I like. And I bet you didn’t have to deal with your obnoxious bleeding vagina the whole time either.
Plus two gross boys who don’t even care about anything and instead of cleaning up they just make bigger messes and I’m too tired to yell or plead. I just lay here, limp and sad. “Children. Mother loved you. Or she tried to anyway. Leave me. Go, set forth into this world, don’t look back.”
I should start feeling better tomorrow though. And technically it’s my freedom day, when I can leave the house. Little does the CDC know, I’ve left my house MULTIPLE TIMES. the world didn’t stop needing shit from me because I got stupid Covid.