Month: May 2020

This is quite weird, so I’m hesitant to continue on, but must, I must. I have pink eye. And it is on that list of symptoms for the Rona. Now it is a very long list, and basically if you’re not a hundred percent, you might be gotcha’d. I don’t really think I have the biggy because I feel fine except for that itchy, red, goopy eye (sorry). I had the long conversation/questionnaire with a nurse about my symptoms, and she told me people my age don’t get pink eye. Ok then. Fortunately (??) I had it last year so I sent her to the ghastly ‘permanent record’ where she did see that I’m a repeat customer. Of course, I was much younger then. Just give me that little vial of elixir before I lose all my eyelashes. Again. Which made Mack Daddy say something unthinkable, as he would never even hint at an unkind word to me. He said maybe I should wear some eyeliner, which wasn’t nearly as bad as when he told me that maybe I shouldn’t wear so much purple eyeshadow after I fell and had a black eye. Said with the utmost consideration though. I digress. In many ways lately, but will try to stay on point. The nurse was nothing but condescending as she was setting up a telehealth appointment for me. Do I have a phone? Internet? Oh now don’t be afraid honey it won’t be that hard. I told her I have video meetings everyday and she laughed. Oh, I am a riot. Anyway, the Doc was good, understood my symptoms, and made that magical call to the pharmacy. But what I’m really hoping is that this is dipping my toe into Rona immunity. A lot of people had it and never even knew. Their body just did it’s job and off Rona ran. If I could escape with just a little gobbly gook I’d gladly give up my ventilator and run around kissing everyone. On the lips. Or donate my plasma. (Ok might have to check out how that works on the black market$$$$). I also have bills ya know. Just something to think about since I’m losing so much brain function being home so much. It’s left me pondering why I have so many cauliflower products in the freezer. Bad tasting products all. Guess there was a time where cauliflower rice was seen as a replacement for rice rice. It’s not. Rice-a-Rona it is. #mashedcauliflowerblows

No, not me. Okay, maybe me. Me. Unfortunately, someone was talking about a car and one of my dearests immediately thought it was about me. Humph. Listening to the sweet chirping of birds that are covered in ice doesn’t help matters in the middle of May. Ahhhhh. Springtime in OH-IO. I can’t talk virus anymore. One of my wee ones cut it off yesterday as we were having a socially distanced visit. So not cool. It’s like wiping your butt with your other hand. It kind of gets the job done, but not very satisfying. Just fed up. So I was thinking about things that everyone seems to like but I don’t. Ketchup. It’s the go to for fries and hamburgs, but would you really put sugary tomatoes on those things? Mustard it is. Weekends. And I’m not just talking during ‘these times’. It just throws things off. As a wee one, it meant no school, which I loved. And it meant the family was all together in a small house with one tv and one bathroom. Meals together. Rules. TGIM. It’s sometimes hard to ‘make a plan’ for two days without structure. Someone please tell me what to do. Exhausting. Ancestry. Big hobby these days of people trying to figure out who they are related to. Who cares? They’re dead, and probably not that interesting anyway. I also hate when men say “we are pregnant”. You are not, bro. Health class 101. Sushi. I keep trying to like it, but think next time I’ll just suck the wasabi and ginger off my fingers. Now much of what I don’t like I’ve blogged about in the past, and I know you all have hung on to every word. (I’m really trying not to go corona on you). And maybe after being home for a few months I’ll have a change of opinion. When I can’t go shopping, I want to. Or maybe I just want to have a reason to put on jewelry and prance around. If all goes well, athleisure will be out of style. You’ve worn it for months and it might be time to invest in a new pair of jeans. Big. Ger. Jeans. Just keep wearing lots-oh-jewelry and no one will notice. We will all be having three hour dinners in restaurants just because we can, and being home has certainly lost its allure. People on social media try to give the impression they are loving all this family time together, but I’m not buying it. If you liked it so much you would have done it. Scheduling your kids in everything is not because you want all this time together. It’s because You want Out. Fes up. Probably even be worse soon enough. Please don’t make me go to harpoon lessons, mom. Okay. I’ve tried. Rambled enough. This Boomlennial experience is not good. We are the vulnerable now, not the machismo. Finally been put in my place. No way to sweeten what is happening, although ketchup might help. And I might find I like it.