Pim van Pelt
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| title | date |
|---|---|
| Week 12, Saturday: COVID :( | 2024-10-19T21:55:00+02:00 |
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I slept reasnoably well in the guestroom last night. I woke up at 05:00, though. I think this is what you get when your entire Friday consists of sleep. By my calculations, I was up and about for about three to four hours yesterday, which means I have now slept for twenty-nine hours.
Overnight I woke up a few times, to pee (which is mildly reminiscent of eating chilly peppers, by the way - if you know, you know), and to take an Advil PM or two.
Unfortunately for my journal, being bedridden is not terribly exciting. I can report that I spent the entire day upstairs in isolation, monitoring my temperature and somewhat anxiously listening to my wheezing breath. I cough from time to time, but it's a productive cough but I don't feel too bad about it today.
Such a bummer: JC and Sandra are due for a dinner at our place tonight, but I have to cancel so I send them the news on Signal. They're both good sports about it, but Marina sure as shit is not going to cancel making the food. She has been looking forward to a Belgian dish called [Vol au Vent], and she makes a killer one!
In the afternoon, I decide to binge-watch [Young Sheldon], which I've watched up until season five, and this means I get to live vicariously through Sheldon, Missy, Georgie and their parental addendums.
In the evening, I briefly go downstairs to say thanks to Marina for making this beautiful patty case. I take mine upstairs, but I won't be able to write a review for it because all I get is the texture of the meatballs and chicken bits. I can't really discern between the mushrooms and the meat, and I'm afraid it's all wasted on me, this time. Marina sends a picture to our unfortunate non-dinner-guests, who are sportive about it and wish me a speedy recovery.
On that front, my fever came down a fair bit and I'm back to my 38.5C (101.3F), with a fair amount of phlegm, with apologies if that's too much information. I try to journal a bit, but unfortunately I'm too lazy. I manage to assemble a few pictures, mostly of COVID tests and thermometers.
I decide it's time to call it, and I'm pretty disappointed about it: I need to cancel my talk at NLNOG on Tuesday, and very likely ESNOG on Thursday. It's not responsible to join a large group of folks in Amsterdam, nor to sit on an airplane from Kloten to Schiphol, even if I do feel better tomorrow. So I write that note to Teun on IRC, and then to the program committee of NLNOG and ESNOG. Out of an abundance of caution, I think it's better that I skip both, as I do not want to be implicated in a super-spreader event in 2024.
Teun and I briefly discuss the possibility of remote participation, but truth be told - the cancellation helps them decompress the schedule a little bit, I may still not be in the best of health on Tuesday, not to mention my voice sounds pretty terrible, and my mouth consistently tastes like the inside of a motorman's glove. It would also be putting the AV crew under a lot of pressure so late in the game. Nope, we agree: there will be more VPP news next year!
I spend my evening taking turns dozing off, watching Young Sheldon, and drinking tea that tastes a little bit like warm nothing. Being sick on my sabbatical sucks!
Pictures of the Day
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