It sure is a frightful time to be alive. As someone who touches her face compulsively and chews the dead skin on her fingertips, I’m a germy germ-maker in the time of a raging pandemic. I feel horribly about my nervous compulsions, but I do hope that I survive all of this, and more importantly, that I don’t take anybody else out. Please, Lord, no.
Had to leave work early today after having been unable to sleep last night, and therefore rendered sick, but this turned out to be a blessing for my obsessive thinking and compulsive behavior making. I almost got a vaccine even! Family members of hospital workers got pulled in, and my husband got one due to his sister, but I came home too late, and the opportunity was missed by little old germy me who wears her mask and gloves at work at least, but the doses were gone when I got to the hospital.
The blessing of the three hour work day and 4 and a half hour sick day, was that I was able to go get a Covid test my own self, for free, at my church, and my husband even drove me! Haven’t gotten my results yet, but I feel so proactive for having at least contributed my saliva for an examination. Because my husband has started the vaccination process, I feel so much comforted, as does he, and my germiness I do now evermore try to contain.
Shoot, y’all, be safe out there. Please get vaccinated when you can, and stay home as much as you can. Will keep you posted on my test results, that I pray might be negative. Who would’ve thunk someone so suicidal would now so much want to stay alive? Got some cute masks coming in the mail, though, and hopefully will stay healthy enough for my family and my plants that I adore. May the Good Lord prevent freak-outs for neurotic sleep-missers like me and maybe even you, and please, most of all, stay blessed!
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