I think I am tired of not feeling well. I'm SO over it.
It probably isn't a good idea to survive on jello and crackers either. But if I was trying to lose weight, I suppose it may work.
I've been either in bed or on the couch reading. How is it that just sipping a cuppa coffee makes me grimace and set it down?
On Sunday my son asked if I tested for Covid. I said no because I just figured it was a simple sore throat and a fever that broke in 24 hours. But the headaches, nausea, and fatigue has been a bit overwhelming. Hubby hasn't shown any signs of getting whatever I have which is a huge relief.
Yesterday I had our yearly hay delivery. Generally Rich unloads and puts the hay away. We discovered one more disturbing thing. He can't get in and out of the skid steer safely and the effort of driving left him short of breath even with his little portable concentrator.
I called the hay guy and asked him if he could help out. He agreed to unload and put the bales in the shed for me. I asked him if I could pay him extra and he said NO. When I handed him the cash he looked me in the eye and asked if I'd snuck in any extra money.
"No," I replied, "Rich said you'd be offended if I put it in the envelope anyway."
His answer? "I would!" I couldn't ask for a more kind person!
Not only did the hay guy unload and stack with our skid steer he also re-graded the driveway where he tore up the gravel.
The bales, if you are wondering are 3' X 3' X 8'. Their average weight is approximately 900 or so pounds.
Anyway. I feel better one day and then rotten the next. The appetite has gone by the wayside along with my energy levels.
The events of the past week has had me rethinking our situation of living so remotely. If I got really sick, there is no real good long term solution. That is a sobering thought.
Today is another day. So far, so good.