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Second Covid in a war times
Second Covid in a war times
It’s been a while and I’m about to explain. It’s been a lot.
First of all, I moved to my new beautiful big apartment and I’ll tell you all about it soon. Now I have plenty of time to enjoy it since I’m once again in a covid quarantine.
But let’s take it from the beginning.
February is my covid month it seems. I caught my first exactly one year ago and as always I shared everything with you in…
Sooooo… The Boy tested positive on the 24th. My PCR hasn’t come back, but home test and symptoms say I’m positive, too. Uncle Walter is at his aunt and uncle’s house. The Kid is isolating in other parts of the house.
The Boy and The Kid have both Pfizer shots, but hadn’t been able to get boosters yet (The Kid gets his tomorrow). Uncle Walter got both Pfizer shots and a Pfizer booster. I had 3 full Moderna doses.
The Boy seems to be okay. It’s more like a regular cold for him.
I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. My immune system is severely compromised. Right now I’m just hoping it doesn’t get worse.
We’ve been so careful. I double mask, wash & sanitize, barely leave the house. The Boy has been careful, too, and ONLY goes to school. But his school has had the most infections in our county.
PLEASE get vaccinated. Please wear masks. Please wash your hands properly. Please, please, PLEASE stay home. I know everyone wants to be able to spend time with their families. But you know what? We wanted to spend time together, too.
Stay safe. Stay healthy.
— The Wife
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