It wasn’t the booster… It was the real thing. The reason for the lateness of my previous post is simply that I passed out feverishly on top of my blanket (that’s how you know it’s exhaustion), and stayed that way until 5am this morning. Took a test, then another test, and there you have it.
The timing was not great. Since I got my booster four days ago, and started feeling symptoms about two days ago…man, you can see why I thought for a day or two I was just having an overreaction to the booster. Tested every day too. All negative, until today. And you should have seen the look on bae’s face when I showed her the test. I’ve never been a character in someone else’s waking nightmare before, but for an instant, when I saw her sheer terror, I thought she just might wake up from this dream and my existence as psychological figment would dissipate into the ether.
Anyway, we scheduled a PCR test thing and went to that as well, should get the results in 48 hours or less. Avoided it for so long, but in the end I guess sneaky, venomous Omicron gets us all.
Also, check out The Power of the Dog on Netflix. Not your typical western drama.
See you tomorrow and stay safe.
Nick
Nick Denardi 