Week in review

My apartment a petri dish of germs? That was a question I asked myself on Thursday, May 23rd. I had, intentionally, isolated myself in my apartment for one week. I didn’t go to the dining room for meals and, gratefully, had enough food to sustain me (although I never had a desire for food). I was religiously using all my presumed remedies for the symptoms I was experiencing. Nothing seemed to help; I was forced to spend hours relaxing in my rocker-recliner, or in bed. I didn’t have a teaspoon of energy; I didn’t even have the willpower to spend time “climbing the family tree.”

I hadn’t experienced a breath of fresh air for more than a week. “Open the door to the balcony!”  Easier said than done. There was a reason for the temporary storage of furniture, etc., in front of the door but not important to this narrative. The “bright idea”  works exceedingly well. The fan is circulating fresh air into my apartment. FYI: The fan needs to be at the level of the screen portion of the storm door. ~~~ This was the message I had in mind for Thursday or Friday.  However, “Just a janitor, cleaning up messes“  leaped to the forefront. ~~~ Memorial Day Holiday Weekend was copied from 2023 and scheduled for this date. With bad weather power outages and no internet, planning ahead, and scheduling, were far less than a “bright idea.” ~~~ Now this final comment: The neighbor told me my symptoms sound like Covid. She responded to my panic, when I pounded on her door Thursday night.  She was the only person I had seen in a week.