Omicron has paid us a visit. It started with me, the only one of us who doesn't go to school every day. I started feeling off last Wednesday (January 12th), but didn't feel bad enough to put life on hold until Friday (Jan 14th), when I spent all day huddled in a recliner in the corner of my bedroom, watching a K-drama on Netflix. It was a snow day, minus the snow, with a whole lot of slick ice, so Jeff and the kids were home from school. Jeff did everything and I have to say it was such a relief not to have to push through a sickness. I resisted succumbing to how rotten I felt until Jeff sat me down and turned on the TV on Friday morning.
My symptoms weren't terrible, just fatigue, headache, stuffy head, and a cough. But I sure didn't feel good! My appetite was gone and my body was limp. On Thursday when I was starting to accept that I was coming down with something, I went to our local free Covid testing center. There was a line of close to 40 people standing outside in the 33 degree rain waiting to be tested, so I turned around and went home without getting tested. What was the point? I was going to stay home while I was sick, regardless of what sickness I had, and standing outside in the cold wet for hours with a bunch of sick people just to get tested seemed like it would do more harm than good.