Last week I caught the Vid…the Rona….the big ol’ assy virus I have been trying to avoid for 2 1/2 years.
I have to admit, I became a bit judgy in those 2.5 years.
Friends would fall to the Vid and I would politely remind them that Vegas is a super spreader city, or that we shouldn’t be asking……thanks for masking!
Me and my four shots made me as cocky as MC Hammer….
Can’t Touch This.
But ya did.
And Vid crawled up in my nose like the creatures from Alien. Seriously, I snotted this little asshat the other day. Not on my watch booger alien. Not here
Its a strange thing when that test strip strikes positive.
Am I the only one of the ladies that feels like I’m taking the 15 minute pregnancy tests?
Who did I breathe with? Crap, I exchanged air with so many.
In my 51 year old dottage, I marched my positive test down to my husband and said, “What did you do to me????”
Seeeee? Just like a pregnancy test.
And he held up his own positive test and said what did you do to meeeeeeee
Crap! In this new universe, men can carry snot aliens too!!!!
And then I thought about my surgery…..my carefully planned surgery. The Rusty replacement, only a week out.
I looked at Hubs, “should I call the surgery center?”
Because I gotta tell you, I didn’t want to call the surgery center. I didn’t want to tell them I was carrying an alien booger baby in my nose. Maybe we can just forget the alien baby?
And Hubs sat back, “Well…….it’s a big surgery. And its a pandemic, and it was a top cause of death for 2021….but you do you.”
Fine. Fine. Fine.
So I called my surgery center. And I did feel a bit dirty.
Heeeeyyyyyy yeah, guess what? I have Covid. Wahhhhhhhaaaat? Its a thing? A rescheduling thing? No. Really? F&ck Fine
I didn’t really say F&ck.
But I wanted to. Turns out Covid can cause blood clots during surgery.
Blood clots are bad.
And then I thought about my life.
And the times that schedules were switched for my girl.
About how we planned, thought, rescheduled, planned again, cursed, and at the end it was okay. .
It was okay- sometimes even better.
Perspective is an amazing gift.
And in four weeks (universe willing) I will be VID free with a brand new knee and none the less worse for the wear.
But it took a while to get here!
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So sorry about your dilemma. Get well soon-and you too Rusty old knee.