2022 really wants me to say something mean to it at the end of the year.

Well, it’s covid this time. Luckily it was more like the normal flu with only the fever and fatigue. I haven’t been sick in like 4 years, so I kinda forgot what a fever felt like. There was one day last year when I had a 99. something temperature but then it went away the same day and nothing else happened. And I only checked it because my face felt really warm. Does your temperature go up when you get migraines? I get those often. Does 99. something even count? It’s not even triple digits.

Anyway, it started out with what I thought was a normal migraine. But worse, like a sharper pain, that didn’t go away after sleep. And didn’t go away after a day or so. It was like an entire weekend and then almost the whole week after. I figured it was just bc of work and the people there. They are all migraines.

But the fever hit and it was in the triple digits for two days that I know of. Took a home test and it didn’t take longer than a second for it to show POSITIVE. Told work (where I caught it!), got tested for real, and was out of work for like three weeks. STUPID PEOPLE at my work kept sharing it I’m guessing and finally at the end, I and a few others who haven’t had it at all this entire time couldn’t hide from it any longer. Others were on their second and probably third time. I avoided everyone but people just had to be nice and include everyone in their germs.

I am thankful that it wasn’t as bad as when my mom and sister and sister-in-law had it. I felt so bad for them and even though only my mom was hospitalized, the sister(s) should’ve been too. I had a low fever for about two weeks. It would be normal for an hour or so, enough for me to be like yay I’m better and then it would go back up and I’d be sad again. So all I did was eat, sleep, wake up in wet clothes from sweat, get up to change, go back to sleep.

I want to thank those who checked on me and tried to help (I wanted everyone to stay away bc I did not want anyone to get sick), and those who just cared. I’m not great at reaching out to people, even the ones I talk to often, not because I don’t care, it’s just one of those things I’m not good at. I think of them and want to help or let them know I’m here for them but I just don’t know what to say.