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The Covid Update

Hawtpants of the Old Republic Posted on by

I feel like I have to say “what’s up with me” not just because of being gone for 3 years but because of the absolute shitshow that is 2020.

The family

The husband and I are both employed and working from home. Whenever I start feeling sorry for myself, I remember that a lot of people don’t have that and I can’t be too mopey.

Little Jedi is doing online school. With both of us working from home, it doesn’t make sense to send her to a germ-ridden school. Online school kind of sucks but thankfully LJ is motivated to get her shit done (so she can move on to playing video games afterward).

We don’t leave the house. We get curbside groceries and occasional takeout. Once a month one of us has to go to physical office to work for a day.

Nobody has had a haircut in 6 months. I have to dye my gray roots myself. Without professional grooming, I grew a unibrow that I had to deal with. Nobody is wearing real clothes, just pajamas and sweats (I sort of love that part). No commute (I love that part a lot).

The cats are really confused that the humans never leave. One of them really loves photobombing Zoom calls. My coworkers are pleased for the interruption.

Covid

None of us got covid. Hopefully we won’t. We have three friends in their 40’s who did get covid. One ended up on oxygen but not a ventilator, and now has mysterious heart problems that were not there before. There is still wheezing and oxygen level testing for two of the three.

My great cousin-uncle made it to 94 years of age only to die of Covid. Not the way I want to go.

This is no joke. Stay safe.

Quarantine

Well, that’s been a whirlwind of activity. It’s hard to ignore the dishes piling up when you can see them from your workspace. There’s been a lot of home improvement going on in the kitchen and closets. Lots of swearing that the previous owners of the house did not use proper drywall anchors.

Cooking. Oh god, all the cooking. I’ve never cooked so much. I hate it. Meal planning with limited grocery runs is tasking the last of my brainpower. Fridge Tetris is not cool.

Gaming

So, in the course of home improvement, LJ wants to swap her bedroom with the office. I packed up my old PC in preparation for the move. At which point she stole my desk and my monitor, plopped her PC down, and started up her SWTOR account. Hence why setting back up for swtor is such a production (at the kitchen table as I was evicted from my former gaming station.) Dongle1 needed because I’m now far from the router and can no longer hard wire in.

TL;DR

Nothing to see here. We are boring shut-ins. But it could be way worse.

  1. Lol, Dongle ↩

Comments

The Covid Update — 4 Comments

  1. I’m just glad you haven’t got Covid.

    We got out of quarantine at the end of August; my wife picked it up from her work at Target, and proceeded to infect our oldest. The two other mini-Reds tested negative –one when he went back to college, and one because she worked at a pizza place and they wanted to make sure she didn’t become a vector. I never exhibited symptoms, which meant it was practically impossible to be tested for it, but I assumed I was asymptomatic and conducted myself appropriately.

    But yes, Covid has hit our extended family. We lost two extended family members to Covid, and other is on oxygen. The latest news is that he’s not doing good after a week’s worth of slow improvement. We believe my nephew got it, as he’s immunocompromised, but since he got it back in March before people thought kids could get serious versions of the disease, he was never tested. One of my cousins, who works in the medical field on the ventilators at hospitals, contracted Covid and brought it home to her family and parents. (Everybody recovered.) But even after all that, we still have family members who think it is “just a cold” or “fake news”. That dissonance generated a rant on PC about Covid, which still felt like I was merely shouting at the Void rather than doing anything constructive.

    Oh yeah, and we had ISP issues for about 3 months before it was finally (!) fixed just over a week ago. At least my employer was sypmathetic, as were the people I raid with.

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    • I am sorry! That all very much sucks. I was panicking at the beginning because my parents are in New York (my dad even has an apartment in the city). I walked them through grocery delivery and kept sending them necessities from Amazon. Including toilet paper (nothing says love like toilet paper). So far they are still Covid-free, and now it’s better to be in New York than a lot of other places. Sometimes I think people just don’t think *anything* is real or a big deal until it happens to them or someone close to them.

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      • I could make a few snarky comments about how my extended family likes to play up the “faith” angle but then turn around and ignores actual, hard evidence, but that’s too easy a target.

        I’m the delivery boy for my mom whenever she needs replacement items such as toilet paper and kleenexes, but my mom has successfully transferred to using online grocery shopping as much as possible. She’s doing the best she can, which is actually much better than I’d have warranted, because she knows she is high risk (history of breast cancer and hypoglycemia). Her younger siblings think she’s taking it too seriously, but she and I both agree that they’re the ones who are being too lax.

        So, so far so good.

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