It fucking sucks.
Donkey balls at that.
Because yesterday. December 13th 2020?
The hus-creature tested positive for COVID-19.
Yep. It’s here. It’s in the house. Yes he’s isolated – thank the gods for a basement granny flat with our old bed in it. His symptoms are, at the moment comparatively mild.
He isolates for 10 days then, as long as the symptoms are gone? He can rejoin the rest of us.
As for us? Well, we are under quarantine for 14 days. Today being Day 1. Unless anyone else shows symptoms – which resets the 14-day clock. Also at that point said hus-creature may as well come out of the bloody basement because the kiddos can’t be left unsupervised.
So now begins the over analysis of every little cough, snort or sneeze. Couple with daily temperature checks. Which tell us nothing because while with us the hus-creature’s temperature was normal.
The kids are handling this like troopers. Thank all the gods we were already remote schooling, and TT can do dance by Zoom but I’m angry.
Don’t get me wrong, I was devastated all day yesterday when we got the news but now? ANGRY.
Sheer She-Hulk levels of rage. I hate every single fucker who did not and will not wear a mask. I’m way beyond my usual benign levels of cursing. I want them all to know what we are going through.
I wish no-one death. I wish no-one hospitalised. But I want them to know this fear. I want them to know this worry.
Because it’s their fault. Every. Single. Anti-mask. Fucker. Caused. This.
And I hate them. I loathe and despise them.
But I still want their families spared.
Wear the fucking masks people. It’s not hard and you could spare someone pain, fear and anguish.