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Walleyed rant in 3...2...1: For the past two years I've watched the firestorm caused by this pandemic and I have tried - while learning of deaths and long term complications - while seeing full recoveries and mild cases - while observing the idiocy and the brilliance - I've tried to stay empathetic, healthy and above all sane. And all it got me was a ten day play date with a monster. A week ago tuesday I had a little cough. Wednesday the hub and I tested positive. Last night was the first night since that positive that I was able to sleep in any position but straight upright. and why? because someone felt he or she could be out in public sick and spreading COVID with every cough. Vax or not. Mask or not. Jump in front of a moving train or not - but if you are sick - STAY HOME! Somebody out there didn't and I got to pay for it. The last time I missed a week of work I was dealing with a NEWBORN. I've lost over a week of productivity, of working on a personal health regimin, of frickin LIFE because of someone else's poor judgement. Yes - I am blessed that I wasn't hospitalized, that I will recover fully - but what has me LIVID is this: COVID is real and does not discriminate. If you are sick: don't mess with other peoples lives. STAY HOME. I'm vaccinated. I socially distance. And I still got a whoppin' mess of it. The hub? He's a beast. He's doing well. Thank God he is as healthy as he is. Peace. I'll be in a nicer mood tomorrow.
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Life uh, finds a way part 47: Our two "feeder goldfish" who are almost palm sized and wintering in our itty bitty terror tank decided a few weeks ago to let us know their specific genders by mauling each other while scattering eggs all over the tank - which they promptly ate. Gold fish are the 6th grade boys of the fish world. Dirty, scrappy, and destroyers of their environment. So when the itty bitty pump in the tank appeared to be terminal and said goldfish were sucking air at the surface, the husband disassembles the pump and hose which in this tank are in a small compartment at the back of the tank where the filter also goes. And husband while trying to figure out how to siphon out a layer of what fish do - says "there's a fish in here." So we rescued it and put it in with all the guppy fry. It has a better chance there than with Mom and Dad or imprisoned in the back of a tank with the pump and filter. Its so tiny I can't tell the difference between it and the guppies but if something eventually turns orange - we'll know. And BTW. Mom and Dad are back to rooting around and the pump is working well again.
Being the type of woman who would take a flamethrower to a spider - an onslaught is usually my modus operandi. My tanking health is no exception. Whilst most of my kin were indulging in copious amounts of salted, fatted and sugared holiday offerings I went ten whole days without eating anything that previously had eyes. (if you know me - you know that has never happened before) I am my father's child. Wait until the red light is locked on your person - then launch a rocket at your tormentor. Rest assured - by the end of 2022 I will be in control of my body. ALL OF IT.
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