So says my mother, who doesn’t tend to talk so negatively. In fact, she’s been doing very well since the end of her radiation and chemotherapy. However, I put the final straw on her camel’s back for 2021.
I can’t go home for Christmas because I’m sick.
Is it Covid? my readers may wonder.
How should I know? Because of Covid precautions, my doctor video-called me and went through my symptoms. Then he decided to treat me for both Covid and a bacterial infection. Sure, I could go get a proper test by appointment at a drugstore a couple hours’ drive both ways. Or, I could quarantine and not inflict the creeping crud (complete with laryngitis) on innocent passersby.
Still, this is the lousiest Christmas I’ve ever had. 2022 had better be a heck of a lot better!
The House of Nonsense 