Ignoring roommate’s constant advice to “mask up or cask up,” I spent most of the Iceland trip maskless, and then fell sick upon returning home. oops!!!
Sunday afternoon I had a mild sore throat. By Tuesday it had progressed to a moderate sore throat with fits of dry coughing, runny nose, mild flu-like aches, and just generally feeling bad. I rode it out with Advil and copious amounts of cough drops. (These are extreme legacy cough drops. They expired in 2021. It’s fine. They work great.) Tuesday night I conked out early and had a full eight hours of sleep, and by Wednesday I was on the mend—still very sore throat, still coughing, but I felt good. This morning the sore throat is mostly gone too.
However, now roommate is sick. OOPS!!! “You don’t mask up, now I cask up,” he growled.
Needless to say, I didn’t go to the office on Wednesday (putting myself at risk of my keycard expiring again, what a pain). Didn’t think I could handle lots of required walking and a full day on the town with no opportunity for an afternoon nap. Also didn’t want to infect everyone on public transit lolol. Back in the day, this would’ve necessitated taking days off work…now I’m just continuing to work from home. Haven’t even told the boss.
Meanwhile, a voice from roommate's room: "I'm on my deathbed…I say some really wise-sounding shit to my descendants…like…mask up or cask up…”
(This really is my fault. He’s always so careful and yet I have brought ruin upon our house. oops oops oops)
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