TUESDAY AND WEDNESDAY

I no longer have a fever, but non the less continue to take my temperature, because I can!  It’s normal or below normal.  More good news, on Tuesday our Pulse Oximeter arrived.  Now this is very exciting.  It comes with a handy lanyard with a quick release and is providing hours of fun for Brenda and I.  We put it on our finger and play “Guess my Oxygen level and resting heart rate!”  The curious thing is, I have Covid and my oxygen level is often better than Brenda’s.  Huh?

Being that I’m feeling better, I did some cleaning, something I do to relax.  Brenda did not, cleaning does not relax her.  My housekeeping chores took longer than usual because I got slightly winded after vacuuming.  Luckily, I was able to keep a close check on my Oxygen levels.  They remain fine.

Our ‘official’ tests came back.  Mine is positive, Brenda’s is negative.  No surprises there.  What is surprising overall is the fact that I HAVE COVID!  See, I was talking with my best friend, I’ll call her Vicki.  Now she agrees, that if we were to take bets as to who would get Covid me or her, it would hands down be her.  Don’t get me wrong, Vicki is very very careful, conscientious, and she is fully vaccinated. 

So, here’s the thing.  I spent the summer training for a Half Ironman.  Vicki doesn’t really exercise, she has COPD, she goes to way many more places than Brenda and I do even when there is no pandemic.  Frequent trips to cracker barrel, she drove to Kansas City because she loves her some waffle house, she has flown to places, went to the MN State Fair, is going to the Rolling Stones concert and FLORIDA, and she is fine.  It’s ok though, she appreciates the irony as much as I do.  We have the kind of friendship; in that we take great joy in fantasizing the bizarre ways in which we might die.  For example, if Vicki were to accidentally back over me with her car while I was loading something in it for her.  Or, if she finally decided to get on a treadmill and it inexpiably sped up and threw her through a window.

Most people don’t find us amusing, but we do.  Vicki used to have a convertible and when life got absolutely too out of control; our plan was to just Thelma and Louise it over a cliff.  As of late, I’ve been asking Vicki to get another convertible.

In addition to cleaning, checking my oxygen levels and checking for a nonexistent fever for fun.  I binge watched the entire first season of “Big Little Lies”.  I’ve seen it before and just finished the book.  Sometimes I like to watch movies of books that I’ve read, just to make sure they haven’t changed the ending.  Plus, Brenda has already watched it and I didn’t want to cheat on her with a new series while she was in the kitchen working.

This was streaming on HBO Max, which unlike Netflix does not give what I call “Wellness Checks”.  Netflix will pop off with a kind of shameful banner  asking, “Are you still watching ___???” Deliberately pointing out that you are doing nothing but laying your fat ass on the couch binge watching.  HBO doesn’t do this.

Oh, I also recently found out that my friend Vicki is apparently addicted to TicToc and quite often it will suggest that maybe she should get up and “take a walk”.  Oh Vicki….

Quarantine is beginning to wear on us, the better I begin to feel.  Brenda made some sort of delicious makeshift taco enchilada thingy that had beans.  Later as a result, she had terrible gas, the kind where she had to leave the room because of herself.  Me?  I couldn’t smell a damn thing.  Huh.