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B1 tested RAT positive for COVID, went for a PCR yesterday and, yes, she has COVID.
I tested negative yesterday, but was counting on her to do the driving to the nephlet's dedication and so we ended up not going. Mum wanted me to drive the potato salad to the dedication (one hour), drop it off, and drive back. Sorry, mum, no. That's a huge waste of petrol and my time.
Sometimes I forget that my mother's concept of 'marginal resources' does not match mine.
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I played goalie for Team 1: it was a pretty awful game. Two goals for which I was on entirely the wrong foot (one of them got blocked by a back when I could have gotten it and sent back into the fray whereupon someone else hit it in). And one which was me vs. three forwards. I ran out to meet (the only way you can do this) and she got it past me.
And then my back hurt. By the time I got to my game that evening, running was not fun until I warmed up, but it was a game where you get on and off a lot, and so by the third quarter my back was agony. I had to spend the last quarter off. But because I didn't say anything to anyone until that third quarter, people kept sending passes which I could reach when not in pain. I just couldn't reach them that night; I couldn't get in front of my defender, I couldn't move fast enough.
And at the end of the game, I was the only person not to get a single point in the "vote on who played well" card that gets passed around.
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Right now I feel like a drag on everything. Tired and unable to concentrate, useless, fruitless and futile. I know it's the brainweasels and the pain and frustration of life talking, but it's just such a drag.
At moments like these I need positive!me to drag me out of this mire and point out all the things that I can and have done. But there is no positive!me to counteract negative!me; there's just me. And I want to go back to bed.
Incidentally, it's a lovely sunny day outside the house. I don't have much by way of work. But my back (and right knee) kind of hurts. And my sister is moving through the house. Masked, but still.
Although a friend has a theory that you're mostly infectious while you're acquiring the virus; once you test positive, your infectiousness drops. Which is...good? Maybe? Unless I already have it, in which case I've possibly spread it to my permaculture group and my hockey team...
I tested negative yesterday, but was counting on her to do the driving to the nephlet's dedication and so we ended up not going. Mum wanted me to drive the potato salad to the dedication (one hour), drop it off, and drive back. Sorry, mum, no. That's a huge waste of petrol and my time.
Sometimes I forget that my mother's concept of 'marginal resources' does not match mine.
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I played goalie for Team 1: it was a pretty awful game. Two goals for which I was on entirely the wrong foot (one of them got blocked by a back when I could have gotten it and sent back into the fray whereupon someone else hit it in). And one which was me vs. three forwards. I ran out to meet (the only way you can do this) and she got it past me.
And then my back hurt. By the time I got to my game that evening, running was not fun until I warmed up, but it was a game where you get on and off a lot, and so by the third quarter my back was agony. I had to spend the last quarter off. But because I didn't say anything to anyone until that third quarter, people kept sending passes which I could reach when not in pain. I just couldn't reach them that night; I couldn't get in front of my defender, I couldn't move fast enough.
And at the end of the game, I was the only person not to get a single point in the "vote on who played well" card that gets passed around.
--
Right now I feel like a drag on everything. Tired and unable to concentrate, useless, fruitless and futile. I know it's the brainweasels and the pain and frustration of life talking, but it's just such a drag.
At moments like these I need positive!me to drag me out of this mire and point out all the things that I can and have done. But there is no positive!me to counteract negative!me; there's just me. And I want to go back to bed.
Incidentally, it's a lovely sunny day outside the house. I don't have much by way of work. But my back (and right knee) kind of hurts. And my sister is moving through the house. Masked, but still.
Although a friend has a theory that you're mostly infectious while you're acquiring the virus; once you test positive, your infectiousness drops. Which is...good? Maybe? Unless I already have it, in which case I've possibly spread it to my permaculture group and my hockey team...
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And I'm going to suggest you take a painkiller because you seem like the type that forgets that's a thing, occasionally! Hang in there T^T