![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Fourth time turned out to be the charm; the day I realised I was now heavily congested. It's okay, I'll spare you more details. We all know what phlegm does. This time it meant there was enough viral load for the RAT test to return a positive. It's taken four years for Covid-19 to get me, but get me it has.
It's rather a relief because this has felt odd, like I'm waiting for it to develop into a proper cold/flu and it just hasn't. It's still damn uncomfortable, though I've enough ibuprofen to help with the sore throat. And gargling with salt water. Just don't forget it's in that glass and take a gulp; word to the wise.
I'd hoped last night I was getting better but the virus seemed to just be taking a breather. It's still mild symptoms, though, I read the list of the ones that weren't. And sent a picture of the test result to my boss who said, "You're probably not coming back till after at least Tuesday, are you? Well, at least you can use some of your sick leave." Of which I have a great pile, since one only uses it when you're, well, sick, or for carer's leave. I don't get sick a lot and so far M's major episodes haven't coincided with work days much.
I was flipping mad earlier not because of this but because I had decided I should order groceries online, since I wasn't sure what I was sick with at that stage and didn't want to spread disease. So I did an order, early enough this morning to get same day delivery! And then they went and left it at the wrong house. I hadn't even looked at the photo the delivery person took but when I did; uh huh, that is NOT my front door. I had to call Coles Online support line [realising only then that I couldn't talk clearly, I sound like a dozen packs a day smoker] and organise a re-delivery.
But geez, you'd think someone could just go back there and get the stuff. Apparently this is too hard. It was dropped off by a partner company, not Coles themselves, and somehow this means they can't track who did the job, which sounds like a big pile of s**t to me.
I'm okay, I'm not out of food and if I was, Door Dash can find me, but I am most peeved. There was lemon powder and paracetamol [hot drink] in that order. And bananas. And cheese and other good stuff.
*steams quietly*
It's rather a relief because this has felt odd, like I'm waiting for it to develop into a proper cold/flu and it just hasn't. It's still damn uncomfortable, though I've enough ibuprofen to help with the sore throat. And gargling with salt water. Just don't forget it's in that glass and take a gulp; word to the wise.
I'd hoped last night I was getting better but the virus seemed to just be taking a breather. It's still mild symptoms, though, I read the list of the ones that weren't. And sent a picture of the test result to my boss who said, "You're probably not coming back till after at least Tuesday, are you? Well, at least you can use some of your sick leave." Of which I have a great pile, since one only uses it when you're, well, sick, or for carer's leave. I don't get sick a lot and so far M's major episodes haven't coincided with work days much.
I was flipping mad earlier not because of this but because I had decided I should order groceries online, since I wasn't sure what I was sick with at that stage and didn't want to spread disease. So I did an order, early enough this morning to get same day delivery! And then they went and left it at the wrong house. I hadn't even looked at the photo the delivery person took but when I did; uh huh, that is NOT my front door. I had to call Coles Online support line [realising only then that I couldn't talk clearly, I sound like a dozen packs a day smoker] and organise a re-delivery.
But geez, you'd think someone could just go back there and get the stuff. Apparently this is too hard. It was dropped off by a partner company, not Coles themselves, and somehow this means they can't track who did the job, which sounds like a big pile of s**t to me.
I'm okay, I'm not out of food and if I was, Door Dash can find me, but I am most peeved. There was lemon powder and paracetamol [hot drink] in that order. And bananas. And cheese and other good stuff.
*steams quietly*