It’s 4 am, but I’m wide awake. My shirt is drenched. I feel like breakfast and a run.
This is weird. A couple of hours ago, I went to sleep with a painkiller, because I still had a splitting headache and all my muscles did hurt. Now I feel good. Cold, because of my wet shirt, but good. And for the first time in more than two days, I feel hungry. Although, that’s probably not weird, because I haven’t been eating since Monday afternoon.
It’s just that as quickly as I started to feel bad, Monday evening, I feel good now. Out of the blue. A run at this moment is probably not the wisest thing. It’s pitch dark outside, it rains like crazy, and I just had a fever. Maybe I still have. So a dry shirt and breakfast it is.
The cat’s at the vet, Sara is in bed. She didn’t feel very well yesterday evening, she woke up horrible this morning. She did a COVID test and tested positive. It was our last test, so I have to get some new ones. I didn’t expect her to test positive, as I tested negative Tuesday morning, just as I did on Saturday.
The cat is having surgery at this moment. I’m trying to distract myself by working a little bit. It’s the only thing I can do.
An alien on the sofa
The cat is home. The surgery was a success, according to the vet. She looks like an alien. The cat, not the vet. She has a sponge sewn to her ear to prevent the stitches cutting in the delicate flesh of her ear. She is curled up on the sofa against me.
The cat and I will be sleeping here tonight. It was Sara’s bed for the last couple of nights, as I was sick. Now it will be ours and Sara will sleep in bed, so she can have maximum rest.
I still feel like running, or at least like being outside for a bit, but with a sick Sara and a cat to look after, I can’t leave the house. Maybe tomorrow…