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| Week 12, Friday: COVID :( | 2024-10-18T21:55:00+02:00 |
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In hindsight, I could've (should've?) seen this one coming. On Wednesday after coming home from Geneva, I went to bed early and I wrote:
I'm feeling a bit tired so I turn in early for the night.
And on Thursday after partying with my DJ Roomba, I tried to write a little bit of code for my FreeIX Remote project, but got stuck in a piece of BGP propagation logic that should not have been all that difficult, and I wrote:
I mess around, and eventually abort the mission because I'm not feeling too great...
So I woke up this morning with a headache and a soar throat. Also, shivering. Wruh, wroh. I took a COVID test and wouldn't you know it: positive. Crap. Although both Quinn and Marina have picked up the corona virus before, I have not once tested positive for it. Much to my surprise, I tested positive today, first timer. Marina asks if she can do anything for me, and I suggest to make chicken soup. It always cheers me up when I'm sick.
I took my temperature it started off as 38.5C (101.3F) so I go back to sleep. I woke up at around 14:00 or so, and took some of that chicken and vegetable soup. It tastes like water for some reason, so I add some more chicken stock, and some more, and then some. Still nothing - my taste is gone, but I've eaten something, so I go back to sleep.
I woke up at 16:30 with my entire day gone, and I'm bored of bed, so I go downstairs to couch-surf a little bit, watching Rick and Morty episodes. I dose off, to be woken up just before dinnertime by Marina, who had made a fabulous chicken and black bean casserole. I ate a little bit of it, but I am now certain of it: either this casserole is very bitter, or I have no taste at all. Considering Quinn and Marina are chomping away at it without comment, I'm going to decide my sense of taste has simply taken the day off. I wonder how salty I made that soup in the end?
After dinner, I am instructed by Marina to isolate, which I think is a good idea. Later in the evening, my temperature rose to 39.5C (103.1F) and time simply stood still for me, so I went back to sleep.
Friday: poof, gone.
Pictures of the Day
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