The! New! Plague! – #36 – Raft of the Medusa Edition

One of my favorite pieces of art of all time is the Raft of the Medusa.

The Raft of the Medusa” by Théodore Géricault. You can find in in the Louvre.

There is alot I love about this painting. But the main thing I want to focus on this time is the emotion. This is what it feels like when every single person in your house is sick at the same time.

Mine (top) and my son’s (below)

Every single person in my house got the rona. Which I suppose should not be a surprise. This fucking disease spreads like wildfire. Lets cover everyone’s experience individually.

My son had one dodgy day of high fever that even the medicine couldn’t bring down. After that, he was pretty much 100%. Which was insane for my wife and I. During the worst of our COVID, he was bouncing up and down off the walls, wanting to play. To be fair to him, he did behave most of the time during the remaining 4 days of his quarantine at home. And for that, I am grateful.

My wife had one day of chills and fever. And then like 2-3 days of “the worst sore throat of my life.” It was at a point where we thought she might have strep in addition to COVID. She described the feeling as swallowing glass. She laid in bed for about 4 days before she finally got around to doing stuff. Congestion hit her after the sore throat faded away, but that has been manageable.

For me, I haven’t had fever with chills like that in a long time. I had 101+ degree fever for about 3 days with drugs only having a limited impact. Constant chills. When I broke the fever, I had a sweat fest one night. A particular kind of sweat that just had this really strong smell attached to it. However, once the fever broke was when my current problems got started. Congestion hit me hard. Expectorant made it all come out, but then, I was the one in the house who got THE side effect. I could no longer taste or smell.

In fact, lets talk about that. I have never had this experience in my life. I first noticed it at dinner. I was starting to feel better, I got a salad to eat. I took a bite of it and it was…nothing. Like I don’t know how to even picture this. Imagine just chewing on something with no flavor but the texture of salad greens. Cant taste any of the earthiness. Cant smell anything. Its just in your mouth and sits there.

I ate 2 bites and that was all I could do. That night was dark. Cause I don’t want to be one of the unlucky ones. I couldn’t help but go to the dark place and wallow in my own shame.

It is now day 6-7, depending on how you are counting, since my wife and I got sick. We are in “recovery” I suppose but its weird to think of it that way.

It feels like it just stretches out with no end. Each day the congestion gets fainter and fainter. Some smells have started to come back to me. I could smell my son’s pop tarts cooking. Where two days ago, I had 3 burners going on the stove full of food and couldn’t smell shit, so that’s progress.

But my wife woke up with the beginnings of what looks like conjunctivitis to me. Acquiring some eye drops for that.

My biggest take away from the whole experience is the randomness of it. I never had the sore throat or now pink-eye. She never lost smell or taste, or ran a fever for as long as I did. And my son never had any of it.

Don’t listen to anyone telling you any version of COVID is light. It is most definitely fucking not. I will CONTINUE to be avoiding this disease as much as I can. Cause I never want this shit again.

I just look forward to the day where I can have a glass of whisky, take a big smell of it, and let it carry me away to some other place that isn’t this miserable fucking world.

The! New! Plague! – #35 – Testing Positive Edition

Then…all of a sudden….it happened

RONA RONA RONA RONA… at least for the little one

We got no one to blame but ourselves. 2 fucking years we have been living the paranoid life. 2022 has been our loose year, and we were still dodging it. Well, it fucking happened. And it only took summer camp.

That’s only a guess. We decided to have our son go to a day summer camp. His third of the summer. Well this was the one. He woke up yesterday morning complaining that he “couldn’t drink enough water.” Took me a minute to figure out he meant a sore throat. Took his temperature, 100.5. Pediatrician immediately said take a COVID test, and there you have it.

What ensued next is chaos leading to exhaustion. Alot of phone calls (my son had been with other kids in the neighborhood the day before his symptoms), cancelling arrangements, and making new ones….little man misses his first day of school this year.

All things considered, I am glad its happening now and not later. All summer obligations are completed. We aren’t near any holidays. Didn’t have any plans to go do anything. Just glad the Rona entered the house not near something important like halloween, thanksgiving, or christmas.

Plus on day 2 of this thing, we have stabilized a bit. To be honest, feels a little bit like the plateau of pseudo-normality we hit at the beginning of the pandemic.

We have plenty of supplies and are going through our pantry, cooking up random stuff. I have set up my work station on the kitchen table like it was for the entire first half of 2020. We are facetiming with people. I am a zoom call with friends away from it really being two years ago.

The next few weeks though will be robust. My son has been nice enough to stay in his room. Have his meals in there. I’ve read stories from the hallway. Played games from the hallway. We have conversations from the stairwell. My house is open enough to where he doesn’t feel too alone, but it also means my wife and I are highly exposed.

Do we end up getting the thing? I mean realistically, yes. But only time will tell. In theory, my son goes to school after the first day wearing a mask, which feels like cold comfort. I just hope we don’t get anyone else sick.

My parting thought to the congregation: It’s out there yall. Its coming for you. Just make your peace with it. I know I am trying.

Thoughts from the AMEN Pew #54

I had a whole other post I was fucking down the road on. Life, as usual, got in the way. So, I drown my sorrows in the liquor and move on. Lets fucking do the preaching.

Can I just get a year where nothing goes wrong?

More than that, a year where nothing happens. Just quiet. Just fucking a year of decay of my body and the world writ large.

But quiet. It would be worth it.

Its not enough for the world to go to shit. My son gets a weird fucking rash (turned out to be light after a doctor visit). My car died, stuck at the dealership for a week. I got a never-ending trough of stupid work shit that is tearing a groove into my brain.

It’s just like. Lets have some quiet. We at halftime in the year. Can the rest of 2022 be chill? Just smoke and chill? No?

Well, then fuck you.

Pour one out for the homies. Desus & Mero are done. If you believe reddit, its due to their manager being a dick.

I don’t care. These guys should have figured it out. God I wish they would have. They were one of the few good things that got me through the beginning of the pandemic. I will follow whatever they do next, but it wont be the same. You need that partnership. They were fucking amazing at going back and forth with each other.

We will see. For now, we celebrate the good times. Here is some good shit.

This came into my transom this week. Apparently with some like…..weird ass like “oh another woke thing” bullshit attached to it.

Look, Horror has ALWAYS been a genre where everyone is welcome. EVERYONE gets their horror movie. No matter what. Period. You dont like that. Fuck off. Personally, Ill be watching this the day it comes out.

You know how I know I am getting old?

The activity I am did from 15 through early 30s is not enough anymore. I’m about 40lbs heavier than where I was at the start of college. Doesn’t show much cause of height, but its like….what am I supposed to do.

Cut back on the vices? Probably. Not going to happen. Not as long as the world is filled with pain.

Exercise more? I dont have the time. I cant do 6 mile runs on the weekend like I used to.

Do I just accept this fate as 40 cuts the corner right in front of me? Maybe?

Existence is Pain.

I am always on the lookout for comfort content, and I hit a good one. After many years, I finally got around to Justified. Holy shit am I enjoying it.

What I like about it, its far less about convoluted plot like most procedurals, but its got this personality driven story. Personality and characters. And its got my man Walton Goggins in it.

I am loving the show, and you should to.

Lets call it there. Hopefully we all have good weekends. Chill. Fuckin awesome.

Tap into your strategic flava reserves. Its going to be a long 2nd half of the year. I know I will be.


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