I’m feeling a lot better. Now it just feels like your standard head cold. Ibuprofen and Sudafed are helping. I can’t smell a darn thing though. However, I can sort of taste so that’s good. Yesterday I could only taste the main flavors, like the sweetness but not vanilla of the vanilla yogurt I had. Today I’m tasting a little more so that’s nice.

Emotionally, though, I’m a wreck. I don’t know whether it’s hormonal, or if I’m going a little crazy being stuck in this room all by myself, but I’m very unhappy. I feel like RS would be fine letting me stay in here alone forever although that’s obviously not true. I know my son wants me back, he’s always checking on me and he’s brought me food several times because he’s a sweetheart. RS has just been working like crazy, and I’ve also blamed that on myself. I feel like he’s doing it to make extra money to make up for all the money I’ve lost for Covid-related absences. I mean in a way he is but he also took on this particular job thinking they could bang it out in three days and it’s been dragging on for weeks. He finally finished yesterday and said he’s never taking on another semi truck motor rebuild again.

I know all these things I’m thinking aren’t true. It’s hard to fight them though when I can’t seek RS out for verbal confirmation. I can’t even go into the living room to get away from my head.

But all in all physically I’m very lucky that Covid didn’t treat me worse. It could still do so, the urgent care dr said some people feel better for a couple of days and then feel bad again. But I’m holding out hope.