Another morning and another time when I am not sure what to write. The house is exploding in a cacophony of noise and chaos. I stayed in bed longer than I should because I wasn’t feel my best this morning. I have been sick for the past few weeks and have spent far too much time with myself. I understand no one wanting to be around me, and not being able to be around others, but I miss human companionship.
I would just like a hug even if it means I infect the entire human race. Yesterday I had my first ever telehealth appointment, and it lasted a grand total of three minutes. Sometimes I wonder what doctors and nurses think when patients are pretty much diagnosing themselves.
The entire session was me explaining how an allergic reaction to ragweed became a respiratory infection which then led me to the urgent care and then to getting prescribed Prednisone which let in a bacterial infection and that is where we were. Now I am on antibiotics and hoping they slowly murder every germ in my body.
At this point I am unconvinced if it will actually work of if it will lead to something else. I am still in a weakened state and not feeling my best. The antibiotics made me feel tired last night. Tired enough to go to bed but not tired enough to fall asleep. Which gave me even more time to lay there alone.
Today is a wonderful day where my kids will be in school, and my wife will be in a day full of meetings. I won’t see anyone again. Tuesdays and Thursdays are my days off, but I am kind of tired of days off, and wouldn’t mind getting to be around people.
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