I Kissed a Man Who Had the COVID
And he got well
It’d been a rough four weeks. No one had done anything except cough and wait.
Sleeping was difficult. Chills and sweats, necessitating complete changes of clothing, or else just sleeping in the wet stuff, are distracting.
Eating was difficult. Although we never lost smell or taste, we did lose our appetites. And then the oddest things would be appealing, such as a hot dog. Who eats those anymore?
Being overwhelmingly hungry in the middle of the night, hungry for Frosted Mini-Wheats, which were put away, and therefore required guess work to find, was difficult on several fronts.
Even drinking was difficult, since we kept choking on our water, not used to drinking water. All. The. Time.
Reading the thermometer was difficult. It’s old school, glass and mercury, bought when our first baby was born, who is now 51, and some of us never learned how.
To read it, I mean.
Bathing was difficult, although it was the one thing a person could do that was warm enough. With a plastic patio chair in the shower, it could be a marathon of warmth, and even could include some soap.
