This Virus is scary.
I haven't been able to ever be tested, but when I went to the ER three weeks ago they sent me home saying I should assume I have it and act accordingly.
"Act accordingly" must include having it come back over and over again, because that's all that keeps happening over here.
I had three or four days at a time with little to no symptoms what so ever.
Then it would come back.
This time I thought it was gone for good.
Last night it came back, a little.
Sore throat and slight fever.
I am what I am, a fifty-nine year old woman with asthma.
I'm doing everything I can, except maybe I have too much hope and I try to take a shower and get dressed and start living a little.
So for now, more rest.
Back in bed, last night and now for the day today, in Rob's big bathrobe because it's the warmest, and a wool scarf wrapped around my neck.
Rob's flannel pajama pants.
My favorite big wool socks.
Keeping it classy, sexy, and stylish.
Ha, ha, not exactly.
Love to all.