My husband is sick. Nothing funny about it. Being sick sucks and I totally get it. He tested positive for COVID last night. He had a fever for 2 hours after he took a really hot bath. His fever broke immediately after taking some Advil. 🙌🏻 his only symptoms is soreness in his hips. Today he went into our basement to be alone. Our basement has literally everything you could need but a microwave. But he’s still calling up to me to get him things. Between him and our little one I slept about 2-3 hours. I tested negative and LO is fine too. He’s the only one who has it.

I can’t help but be jelly of him lol. Not the COVID part but I was sick for an entire month in September. It was bad. I almost went to our urgent care a couple of times. I had a sinus infection, ear infection, and bronchitis. Could barely breathe, was on prednisone which caused me not to sleep, I had to take 3 rounds of antibiotics (at one time I was taking two kinds together at once), nose sprays, inhaler and a steroid. That whole month I was still taking care of LO. I would lay on the floor because I couldn’t breathe and watch them. I wasn’t allowed to separate myself from the rest of the house. I had to do what needed to be done. I didn’t have COVID though. It’s not a competition of course. I’m just jelly of the difference in care. LOL. Praying LO doesn’t get it and praying I don’t get it because someone needs to be healthy to care for Hubby. He’s awful when he just has a head cold. 😅