Over the past 12 days, I have had a cough that won't go away. It has eased off a bit, and I am confident that it will be gone soon. At my worst, I felt like the model above - as if some angry force had lodged itself in the back of my throat, and I had trouble coughing up the crap in my lungs.
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Today, I cancelled a meetup, as I wasn't in the mood to be with a large group for dinner. Instead, I wanted to play it safe and stay home. Given that I had to go to the bank to transfer money for my co-op, I was going to be stuck in Mario mode for the day. There was no longer any need to change back to Marian for the evening, so I took this as an opportunity to get little things done, such as 2 loads of laundry.
My first stop was the bank. I was tasked with transferring a sum of money from an expired CD to our savings account. A manager said that I could go to a teller to perform this transfer, and I did so. 15 minutes later, the teller moved money in the wrong direction and asked for help. So, I had to wait another 10 minutes for the manager, and then she took another 15-20 minutes to undo the teller's mistake and move money to its proper location. And even then, the manager wasn't absolutely sure she did the right thing, saying that she'd call in the morning to confirm that the transaction was correct.
Now, I could go back home after a quick stop at the local pizzeria for lunch, and I rested until 7 pm when I started to do my laundry. Just as I was about to put my clothes in the dryer, DCD's ex called. N wanted to tell me a little more about what was going on. When she got home from work, she found him curled up on her bed, looking like he was one of the homeless found in the NYC Subway. She took him to the local hospital, as something was very wrong, and left him there. She told me of a second, inoperable tumor that was found in DCD's brain, and the radiation therapy DCD went through. After his first brain surgery, radiation therapy, and the COVID epidemic, DCD was no longer the same person N fell in love with. Now, all N wants is for DCD to be a ward of the state, so that someone better capable than her would take responsibility to see DCD is cared for.
I was able to finish my laundry and fold it before I called RQS. I have yet to pack for my upcoming cruise. That will have to wait until tomorrow morning.
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