So as we ALL know, there is a p*ndemic going on right now. One day this summer I woke up feelin a lil different, and by that afternoon I was fully ILL. I didn’t really notice until I was at Kroger and my body was literally shutting down. Total House MD type shit. I was achey, had a killer sore throat, and the chills. My first though: C*VID-19. I IMMEDIATELY and I mean INSTANTLY told everyone I knew that I was COVID positive and to stay TF away. I was laying in bed under a heating pad for the aches, popping cough drops like they were bars or some other pill people develop problems with taking, and just shivering away. It was kinda hellish but ya know I was not dead yet so I was still tryna vibe. But then…..BOOM: the sequel. I discover that I am allergic to my laundry detergent and wake up with a FULL. BODY. RASH. HONEY! yes I was covered in a rash from head to toe. So now I have to wash everything I own in a new detergent, but keep in mind I cant go to the store because hello COVID+ here, and also my roommate was at work and I am still very much dealing with these symptoms. So I literally GO PUFF laundry detergent and a creme and start my laundry journey and prayed this rash would clear up quickly. Over the next few days my rash eventally went away (“my rash” like ew wtf mason ur a pig) but I was sick as shit still and trying to figure out how to get a test, because I was beginning to doubt I had COVID like frfr and I wanted to know. After a few flakey bitches stood me up for a ride to a testing center I eventually got myself a test. That night, I was bored as…u know….fuck and like I said in my previous post I like EDM. So my gay ass was tryna DANCE sis, but alas it was 3 am and my roommate does not vibe with house. SO I put in my AirPods and was raging around my place then BOOM: yes there’s a third movie. I did a lil hop and SMASHED my tailbone on a chair. BROKE that bitch to pieces. I am crying on the floor for a while but eventually decide to just go to bed before I accidentally kill myself or something. That night, I learned that u cant really lay in any comfy position with a broken tailbone. Not on your front, back or side. So there I am. Sick as shit and needing to stay in bed to rest but also still having to wash all of my clothes, towels, sheets, etc. and to top it off now I have a broken tailbone. What an absolute shit show.
Eventually these issues resolved themselves and turns out, I had strep and not COVID.
Thanks for letting me complain to y’all and I hope this was a little amusing to read and get you through sylly week.
Stay safe 🙂
-That Bitch xoxo