My neighbor lost his fucking cat, ran into my apartment without a mask *twice*, and wouldn’t leave until the plumber, working on my shower, screamed, “I don’t know where cat is” - I fucking hate it here.

I am over men yelling in my immediate vicinity.

Symptoms rolled in last night. Anosmia, ‘Covid toe’, 100.5-6F fever. Here we go, I guess.

So, from exposure from 5/5 on:
I’m high-risk, I did “everything right”, so the guilt is palpable. I have loved ones convinced this is a hoax, like a lot of you. Maybe you think it’s a hoax & I got low-vibes, and fuck you for that.
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Feels like a marble is gorilla-glued under/in my toe. The cough/fever/throat pain intensify, ease up, and cycle again. No taste/smell. Very sore. Fatigue + restlessness. For now. Hydrating, monitoring pulse ox/bp, nutrient rich foods, vitamins, and usual prescribed Rx.

Night 2:
Coughing, pain, soreness ramping up. Vertigo’s hitting, fever up, can’t smell an open jar of Nuoc Cham. I told my parents today, they’re understandably concerned. I’m more worried about how they’d survive this. We’ll see how tomorrow goes.

On my last symptom-free night, I couldn’t stop smelling something that resembled rancid Avoglemono soup. Maybe reading some Dr. Sacks would be a good idea today.