One more and I’ll probably be done for the day. These are just my disjointed thoughts anyway. I really need to see my doctor about some ADD medicine though it has been a stressful 12 month (year+ really) and I know the stress and constant work plays into my frenetic-ness. *It’s not frantic, I’m too tired and low energy to ever be frantic. Until I get to writing in this stream of consciousness manner.
What the fuck was I going to write?
I worry that I may be a coronavirus carrier. I know, probably a lot of people think this. I’ve heard some people think they’ve had it too, prior to it becoming a pandemic. I can’t wait until antibody testing is developed. If I am a carrier I don’t want to give it to anyone. I’ve been afraid to have sex with my husband for that reason. It’s silly, I know, because he would get it just because we are in the same house.
There was something else I was going to write but I don’t remember and now I am getting tired. I need a nap already.
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