More Laughs (Cough Cough) From The Fun Factory

Good lord, it's been a rich week.

Still dealing with what's left of my phone (replacement est. 2 weeks). It has no camera / it won't hold a charge.

Still wearing my Covid mask "because I'm protecting my mom"

and then...

I have a horrible night of body aches after a flu shot and just out of caution I...test positive. Damnit! I go out at 10am for a PCR test, confirming it.

Then I get a Slack from a workmate that there was a 4-alarm fire at the place where my mom just moved from. It started in the apartment next door. Thanks, Cathy. I hope they escort you to Sunrise. Had my mom lived there it would have been so bad. But we're doing pretty well on our own.

In the afternoon I get a call that Mom has Covid. Oh yeah, she that cough on Tuesday (but she always has a cough). I got it from HER! Irony. She has to quarantine in her apartment for 10 days.

In the meantime, my middle sister was en route. She was coming to town for a visit when this all went down. Now she can't visit. But wait, the fun is just beginning.

While I'm shivering in my bed for night two of fun, I let the battery on my partial phone run down. I missed the call at 3:30am that my mom fell and is in the hospital. She would benefit from occupational and physical therapy. But she can go home if she wants, and of course she has Covid. It is double fucked. My sisters have questions. I can't make decisions. I have just enough energy to say "yes, I do need some popsicles and more kleenex" and that's about it.

Covid. It's not fun.