I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…

Well……. shit.

I tested myself for Covid-19 again this morning. Same results as two days ago. You have to squint to see it, but there is the faintest little line. It’s just barely there. It was so faint that I took the test upstairs to my wife and asked her opinion. She called it positive too.

Shit.

I really needed this test to be negative. I didn’t just want it, I needed it. I am so sick of this crap.

This stupid Covid Live Blog continues for at least one more day. Or for forever. Whichever comes first.

I have a sneaking suspicion that my last post with the tag “Live Blogging Covid” will be written and shared tomorrow morning. At least if all goes well that should be the case.

I am planning on taking a Covid test tomorrow before work. Yesterday’s test was just barely positive. I am optimistic that tomorrow’s will be negative. I say this even though I am still a bit sniffly and I had a teeny bit of a nasty coughing fit this afternoon while on a weekly one on one meeting with one of my staff members.

So… yeah. Let’s keep looking at that bright side and keep those fingers and toes and eyes firmly crossed for good luck. I wants me some good news tomorrow. Here here.

You can’t tell from this picture, but Jen and I both reviewed the results and we both agree that this is a positive test. There is the faintest of faint T lines so I am still positive but just barely so. Probably safe to bet on me being negative tomorrow or the next day.

So I sort of feel justified working from home today when today is our work in the office day. I feel bad about it but I would rather keep everyone else safe and just work from home. My boss agreed, even if I did have a negative test today. Safety first.

I was really hoping today’s test would be negative and to have it be so close is just frustrating. I’ll probably test again tomorrow, but I would be smart to wait until the day after. It’s definitely* going to be negative the day after.

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*Definitely unless there is some extenuating immune system/viral circumstances. I’m choosing to be optimistic here though so let’s go with definitely.

Nothing new to report today. I did not take a test. I am tired, but I didn’t get to sleep until almost midnight last night so it is likely my fault and not Covid’s. My nose is a little runny, but I’ve been in the cellar all morning and it feels pretty cold down here. When I brought the garbage barrels out to the street this morning it was 47 degrees out. Friggin’ Fall.

I don’t know what to do about work tomorrow. I don’t want to go in if I am still testing positive, even if I know I am not contagious anymore. I don’t want to make my co-workers uncomfortable, and they told me they would absolutely be uncomfortable if I am still testing positive. I guess that settles it then, but when should I try to test again? Tonight? Tomorrow morning? I don’t know. I’ll talk it over with my boss today.

The good news, as far as Covid in our house goes, is that my wife tested negative today! Congratulations, sweetie! You don’t have The ‘Rona anymore! You are ‘Vid-Free at last! More than two weeks of this crap is finally over for you!

I am so tired of this.

When I got up this morning I put all of the stuff I need for my morning routine onto a table in the living room. My water bottle, my morning vitamins, a protein bar breakfast, the Apple TV remote control so I could finish the first (and so far only) season of Silo…

…and a Covid-19 home test.

The test is still sitting on the table. The box is unopened. I am not going to take it today. I just don’t want to be disappointed. I’ll take one tomorrow so I can use the positive test as an explanation for why I won’t go into the office on Wednesday. Outside of that… shit, man. This sucks.

I haven’t closed the exercise or move (calorie) rings on my Apple Watch since September 18th. Today is October 1st. I think, despite any issues with Covid fatigue I am still having, today is the day I start closing those rings again. I need to get back into that for my health. Exercise is a post-gastric bypass requirement. Get to it, Robert.

I have a couple of chores to do today. The cats’ litter boxes need cleaning and changing. Also, we made some changes to Jen’s office space yesterday and there are a bunch of devices that need to go down cellar. One might end up on my work desk, the others will just go into storage.

Other than that… it’s another much needed flake day for ol’ Robbie. Up yours, Covid.

To test for Covid or not to test for Covid, that is the question which boggles my tiny little mind.

Jen just took a test. It came out positive but it wasn’t an instant positive result the way it has been of late. It took a few minutes for the positive line to show up. I’ve generally been a couple of days behind her in my viral progression. I fully expect that if I do take a test my result will be positive too, so why not punt it for another day or two and save myself the sad face when that T line starts to form?

We had planned to spend this weekend cleaning the house from top to bottom to sort of de-virus everything, even though that probably really isn’t a thing. Now? Given that we’re still positive? What’s the point? We’ll do it next weekend. For today I think I will probably just watch a lot of TV and flake. Maybe I’ll play some guitar and constantly post insipid nonsense to this here little blog.