Update of Update

Waiting, not a gift of mine. I confess that as a child, if my parent’s wrapped Christmas presents early, well… let’s just say that I knew every thing under the tree. Not the first day, I would approach it in stages. The first thing is weight versus size ratio. Larger but lighter packages would most likely be clothes. I would put them aside for possible further examination. Medium size with weight was my target present.

Rattling the package slowly, versus shaking vigorously could tell a lot. a gentle squeeze could reveal the classic bag of marbles. If the packages were out two weeks early, then a serious forensic unwrap, peak, and restore would take place. When the family was more financially stable we could afford the more expensive wrapping paper. That was great because it was easy to gently remove the tape. Wrapping in cheap paper was so much harder to leave no trace of a wrapper peak.

Patience was not learned through wrapped Christmas gifts. I was never officially caught, but I believe my mother knew, and one Christmas she wrapped some common kitchen items to place under the tree with my name on them. I was totally confused why I was getting a flour sifter and a half pound of coffee grounds. We never bought beans, we bought Folgers or MJB grounds.

I wrote last week about having COVID. I had symptoms for a least a day before testing positive. The load of COVID being produced by my body rising pretty quickly. In most of the mild cases it seemed the timing was about seven days before a negative result from a home test. A home test apparently is a better test for the level of contagion. A PCR test is better for a certain COVID positive test.

When I woke up this morning I felt good enough to consider that all my symptoms were gone, or they haven’t gotten up at the same time as my body. So, I got the home test out and I’ve tested negative once more. It feels… a little unreal. It’s true it seems like a “mild” case, but the sense of not being well is pervasive. You almost forget what it is like to be normal.

Two years ago COVID seemed almost like a death sentence for my co-morbidities. And now it came and went with a snarky whisper. “I’ll get you and your little dog too!” Well, maybe… but not this time.

About johndiestler

Retired community college professor of graphic design, multimedia and photography, and chair of the fine arts and media department.
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