My oldest tested positive on Thursday, I popped hot today.
bruuuuuhhhhhh wtf how am i still fucking positive? i feel 100% fineeeeeeee. i got the monoclonal antibodies and aside from two slightly less-than-100% days, have so far been unscathed. As a fat dude, I feel -- and this is not a word I use often --
blessed. I have friends who've lost parents and siblings; my stepmother's brother died. My mother is still feeling side effects, months and months later. So I know it's gauche to be like 'but i want my paper that says i'm ok!". For real:
Blessed. I just want to be done with it.
Fine joke: the schools don't require
any negative test -- just a positive test and then five days after THAT the kids can go back to school, no negative test, no questions asked, just welcome back kids.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, my HR lady's going "hey you filled out the 'out from work because of covid' forms but we need the forms to return to work" and no amount of me telling her i can't fill them out on account of i am still testing positive is getting through to her.
"I can't do it, i don't have a negative test."
"we need that before you can return to work, even if you're working from home"
"well, I can't give you one, since I don't have one"
"well, you need to turn it in"
Rinse, repeat.
It's like some kafkaesque HR MS Teams conversation.