I had a meeting with one of my coworkers yesterday. He has been a bit aloof in some of his emails lately and I couldn't figure out if he was just being overworked, if I did something wrong, etc. Nope. Turns out he had motherfucking COVID. Poor guy has been isolated to his bedroom for the last 2+ weeks, his family leaving paper plates of food in front of the door, worried if he is going to live through it. He was also very careful. Mask wearing, people avoiding, but apparently he was too close to someone somewhere who didn't think they needed to take precautions and bammo. He's my age too which makes it even scarier. He is very worried about what kind of long term damage this will do. I read last night about a 21 year old who came into hospital "recovered" from COVID with a damn heart attack because of the scarring and damage it did to his system. Now, my co-worker does have his white privilege in full effect. He was able to get into a study at Stanford where he has been on an experimental drug from Japan and is being seen 2-3 times a week for aftereffects. So yeah. He's getting good care, his insurance is covering most of it, and he should be okay. Still scary as fuck though. I am in no way taking that away from him. If it were me, I would do the exact same thing. Call in every favor I have to get the best care.
Spent the day working on two different sets of documents. Got one finished, hoping to finish the other today. Had leftovers for dinner. Almost done with New Girl. Four episodes left. Teach all day tomorrow. Just making it until the weekend. That's my life. Just make it another day. Surviving.
Weather went back up to 80 yesterday. Even it doesn't know what the fuck it is doing. I am ready for it to snow to be quite honest. Cover the world.
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