so i started off 2022 in the most 2020-2021 way possible:
i'd gotten a text from someone i'd seen a couple of days before new year's, fully apologetic but letting me know that she'd just tested positive for the 'rona. i felt fine - in fact, when her text came through i was on the peloton! - but as the next day or so went by i started noticing a weird tickle in the back of my throat. i downed packets of emergen-c like it was my job, but it was all in vain. and when the headache kicked in, i busted out one of our precious leftover at-home test kits and confirmed it. boo.
i confined myself to the living room, far away from everyone else. luckily, that booster shot i'd gotten was just about three weeks old by then so i really just felt as though i had a really bad head cold paired with some super intense fatigue. like, i could barely get up for a glass of water without having to stop to catch my breath. that part kinda sucked. and whenever the bean emerged from her room i made sure to throw on a mask, just in case.
the bean finally got to return to school, having missed about a week and a half, and she was really glad to get back into the routine - as was i. we didn't get to see the old lady for almost two whole weeks, which really sucked. but it was so good to finally hug her when our quarantining period finally ended. and i'm so grateful that we were all fully vaccinated and that our bout with the omicron was relatively short and mild. you just never know how your body's going to react to any of it, you know?
thank goodness for vaccines. and science.