So not contagious (theoretically)
to help me carry up the groceries to the front door since I knew I couldn’t handle a full load.
I have no focus (and I think Frank has similar issues) so we watch youtube videos under 15 minutes. No reading to speak of and video visits are limited by our attention span. I say things like
“I love you but I’m exhausted.”
I guess it’s good that I can’t taste a lot, there is no joy in eating sweets or exotic meals so no binge eating. I had to throw out an obscene amount of food that we just couldn’t get cooked to eat. We’ve been living on peanut butter sandwiches, boiled eggs, soups, beans, granola bars, and rice. I stuff morsels into Frank like a baby bird rather than feed him meals. His cough is non-stop and I’ve set up humidifiers around the apartment to help a bit.
TMI
I seemed to have finally gone past the runs, Frank is getting there. I no longer cough up phlegm
And Frank dislodged a large and disgusting bloody nasal plug. My coughing was lung clearing, Frank seems to be a nasal drip. I suspect the apartment reeks but…can’t smell it! I am still using the smelly body wash, I may have caught a tiny whiff.
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Frank has been showering once a day but we had to set up a barrel/stool on the shower. I listen from the bedroom when he goes in and we have been trying to keep setting up fresh pajamas.
I feel OLD, I have caught myself doing that peculiar crouched, shuffling, body walk of the elderly.
I’ll be fine working from home starting Monday but it stinks because COVID hasn’t been a real vacation.
I have no focus (and I think Frank has similar issues) so we watch youtube videos under 15 minutes. No reading to speak of and video visits are limited by our attention span. I say things like
“I love you but I’m exhausted.”
I guess it’s good that I can’t taste a lot, there is no joy in eating sweets or exotic meals so no binge eating. I had to throw out an obscene amount of food that we just couldn’t get cooked to eat. We’ve been living on peanut butter sandwiches, boiled eggs, soups, beans, granola bars, and rice. I stuff morsels into Frank like a baby bird rather than feed him meals. His cough is non-stop and I’ve set up humidifiers around the apartment to help a bit.
TMI
I seemed to have finally gone past the runs, Frank is getting there. I no longer cough up phlegm
And Frank dislodged a large and disgusting bloody nasal plug. My coughing was lung clearing, Frank seems to be a nasal drip. I suspect the apartment reeks but…can’t smell it! I am still using the smelly body wash, I may have caught a tiny whiff.
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Frank has been showering once a day but we had to set up a barrel/stool on the shower. I listen from the bedroom when he goes in and we have been trying to keep setting up fresh pajamas.
I feel OLD, I have caught myself doing that peculiar crouched, shuffling, body walk of the elderly.
I’ll be fine working from home starting Monday but it stinks because COVID hasn’t been a real vacation.