I am pretty annoyed with myself. For two and a half years, I masked up when I went anywhere. I stayed home rather than go out to eat. I ordered grocery delivery to the house. Okay, that one was partly laziness. I got the vaccine and all boosters. I stayed healthy all that time. When restrictions eased, I thought people were nuts to go out without masks. The virus is not done with us yet. Why tempt fate? And then I did it anyway. I went out without a mask. I had close contact with people. I was stupid.
While it’s true I’m not very sick, I’m annoyed that the simplest things tire me out. I know this isn’t just a cold. It may feel like it, but it’s more than that. Yesterday, when the Tylenol wore off, I felt like I’d been hit by a bus. Lion told me to take more. Well, yes. Obviously. But doing laundry and sitting at my desk chair should not have wiped me out again. It really wasn’t that much activity. Except, it was. I’m pretty good at being lazy. I can do nothing for hours. However, things do need to be done. I’d been putting off the laundry for days. I was running out of clothes. Lion wasn’t. He doesn’t wear any. Had I realized I was sick again, I wouldn’t have mowed the lawn over the weekend. It could have waited.
I was thinking about it this morning and I decided going out without a mask was somewhat the equivalent of unprotected sex. Maybe it’ll be okay. Maybe it will be a problem. Obviously, pregnancy is a bigger consequence than having a mild case of COVID, but if I had just worn a mask I might have avoided it. Mask up. Use condoms. Take your pill. Don’t forget. It’s important.