Ok for Being Run Over by a Bus
Another day, another day with covid. Still not terrible. I’m more exhausted today. Some slight congestion in my right lung. Feeling like I need to surround myself with a giant electric blanket and put it on some toaster setting. So about how I expected to feel on Day 3. Ironically still no fever. I think my body has forgotten how to keep my temperature even up to normal.
Last night I did more mindless things as I tried to stay awake more. The good news is that the mindless task I choose was working on my massive bookmark collection. With all the research I do and having a very poor memory, bookmarks and folders are my life. A sad state of affairs, I know. Thank God for the grandchildren and my wife. Otherwise, I think I could fall into a rabbit hole that would make me the most boring hermit in the world. Yet slowly and almost surely I am taming my 11,000 bookmark collection. Yeah, I told you it was massive and brain numbing. And today I don’t have enough brain working to be that numb.
Of course, having no brain and what is left seems none, I have decided that maybe it’s time to run for political office. I mean, didn’t I just describe what we have come to believe is the standard to be a member of Congress, a Senator, or even President? Damn, I’m so close. All I need to do is lose my soul and learn to kiss donors’ asses. So I guess until the rest of the brain goes, I think the last two qualifications will escape me.
Back to my personal covid adventure. My hope is that this will be as bad as it gets. If so, I can get back into action by this weekend. We’ll see. I would love to go to my grandson’s second birthday. But even if I am on the mend, I am hesitant to do that. Maybe I will not be infected. But then again maybe has never been good enough for me when talking about health matters. Especially with others’ health.
For now, I’m going to crawl back into bed. It’s about that time. I’ve been up about two and a half hours and my body is ready to stall out, crash and burn.
But I’ll leave you with one last thought. As always, choose joy. Joy is not the same as happiness. It can be part of happiness. But joy is much more. Joy can be the result of happiness, but happiness does not have to be part of joy. Joy can just be an appreciation for life and a choice to be satisfied and joyful in whatever circumstances you find yourself in. Even when you have covid.
So choose joy. I do.
Note: also posted at Covid with Lime.