October 16th, 2020 @ 4:55 pm

YES! YES IT CAN!

back in august, i was reminiscing about earlier in the pandemic, and about how stressed/anxious i was and didn’t feel good.  well, in addition to those feelings, i also discussed getting shingles.  well, guess what?

I GOT SHINGLES PT. 2!

yeah, and while i was getting diagnosed (again), i took an antibodies test for covid… and guess what?

I TESTED POSITIVE!

so i guess i was right in thinking i had it back then, unless that wasn’t covid and then i had it with no symptoms during the summer… which i doubt.  who knows?

i honestly didn’t think i would test positive because of how long ago that was, but here we are.

i also wanted to state that when we first started working from home, the weeks before that at work – my commute was filled with almost no one wearing masks, including myself.  we were still living normally.  i used anti-bacterial EVERY TIME i touched a train pole… so i don’t know exactly where i picked it up from, but since then, i always wear a mask when i leave the house.

since the pandemic started and that happened, i googled, and not much info came up for the symptoms that i was having.  so, doctors… if you come across this idiotic blog about a 30-something year old with covid, here was what i went through:

NONE OF THE FOLLOWING:
– no fever
– no coughing
– no respiratory issues at all
– no runny nose

I HAD THE FOLLOWING:
– nausea/upset stomach (a complete loss of appetite from it, i lost almost 10 lbs bc of it)
– anxiety attacks (maybe just because i was working from home/life turned upside down, though)
– things smelled weird and tasted weird (i never lost either sense, though)
– headaches
– fatigue/restlessness
– a LITTLE bit of being winded, but not much
– shingles (TWICE)
– some hair loss (could have been from the shingles, maybe stress)

since then i’ve been super active – working out, biking and i feel fine.  rarely out of breath, etc.  i ride my bike for 13 miles on average.

so yeah… in closing:
wear a fucking mask, wash your hands and stop being close to people – especially people you don’t know.

August 2nd, 2020 @ 1:00 am

at the start of this pandemic, i was not in good shape.  the first few weeks were terrible and full of what i only thought was anxiety, but now i think maybe it was more than that.  i had just bounced back from bronchitis, and i went back to the office for a full 5 days.  that friday, they announced we were going to be working from home indefinitely.  i grabbed what i could in a spare tote that i had on my desk: my laptop, my mouse and mac keyboard.  i left my fucking office plant behind, and i will forever regret it (RIP BERNIE).  while walking around the city that week/month, i wasn’t wearing a mask yet…  a lot of us weren’t.  while i’m pretty good at using anti-bacterial if i touch anything on the trains, and washing my hands as soon as i get to the office, maybe it wasn’t enough?

the first week, i was mentally shot.  i tried sitting down in my dining room and living room to work from home, not at my desk in my room.  it was awful, i was uncomfortable and totally unproductive.  the cat was pissy i was at home, my back hurt from sitting on the couch, i had no daily routine, my starbucks closed… i was all fucked up.

i’m usually nauseous in the morning, but this was just so extra at the time.  once i realized one of the three local starbucks was still open, i went and bought four of my triple iced espressos just to have for the week.  i got halfway through one of them, put it back in the fridge and that espresso and the others sat there for days before i spilled all of them out.  they tasted weird.  this was march 19th maybe?  i haven’t had starbucks since.

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March 30th, 2020 @ 9:30 pm

with this annoying ass covid pandemic going on, i realized recently that i really have been through a lot as a new yorker.  not only do i have my own personal shit to deal with (family, friends, LIFE), but i have to deal with the times a changin’, technology a changin’, my city constantly a changin’, not being able to afford things, and then there’s the BIG bullshit.

my heart, my nerves, my soul, it aches… i am fucking tired.  either i’m training to deal for survival of any type of bullshit, or living here all of these years has shaved off 20 years of my life expectancy.  what i do know, is that all of this bullshit and the mildly technological time i grew up in gave me GREAT patience.

the point of this post was bc i was thinking about the last times NYC has had to deal with crazy shit, and i made a list from memory.  keep in mind, half of these happened when there were no cellphones, either:

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