After my busy week of First Friday at Good Juju, tearing down my booth for a redo, hosting two parties, and Christmas shopping, I caught a cold.
It was unpleasant, but not bad.
It was the kind of cold where I wanted to curl up and rest, but didn’t really have to, I could keep going, getting my work that I was behind on caught up. I’d spent most of November suffering from a horrid case of hand, foot, and mouth disease, where all I could do was rest. Too sick to consider anything else.
So I was way behind on most of my life.
I’d been staying away from the kiddo to prevent passing on the cold, and after all of those weeks of isolating from the family with the HFM disease then a week of this new ailment, I was plum sick of sickness and being alone. So on an evening when I thought I might be getting over this pesky cold, Sugarwings and I decided to go out on the town together and hang out.
We had such fun! 23td Street Brewery is festive for the holiday, and I got hugs from the grand fairy. But as the evening rolled on, I got a bit run down. And while shopping, I realized the candles had no scent. I thought they were defective.
Then it dawned on me that I could have covid for the very first time.
Yep, that’s what it was. My taste buds were fine and I loved the meal, but my nose was not doing its job.
And I’d jumped the gun by snuggling the grand a bit too soon. Now my biggest worry is did I ruin Christmas by spreading this? My son and his people are heading this way, I should be fine by the time they arrive, but it would be just awful if his child is sick while he is here.
I guess I’m lucky to have avoided Covid this long. And very lucky that it was mild when I finally got it. The spin I’m trying to put on this is about as believable as Sugar’s fake smile.
Right now, I’m pretty sad. But fingers crossed that we will all be healthy together for the holidays. I’m lucky my boy is on his way here, and that we can be together. Even with masks.