This Week is Sure Thing Week

Last week I had a bad cold: runny nose, bad cough, sneezing, shortness of breath, fatigue. This week I’ve just had fatigue–typing this in bed–so I googled for causes of fatigue, and found this:

“Dr. Katherine Poehling, an infectious disease specialist and member of the Advisory Committee on Immunization Practices, told NBC News that a cough, congestion, runny nose and fatigue appear to be prominent symptoms with the omicron variant. But unlike delta, many patients are not losing their taste or smell.”

I am annoyed. I am used to getting sick and knowing why. I throw up, I have the flu. I sneeze and cough, I have a cold or allergies. I start to gasp, it’s an asthma attack. Only now, those all can be Covid, the Everything Virus. I mean, a runny nose is always allergies or a cold, but now it might be The Plague. It’s the uncertainty that’s kneecapping me.

You know what I like? Sure things.

If I reread Murderbot, I will enjoy it, for sure.

If I get a Caesar Salad Pizza (chicken, romaine & parmesan cheese)
with Caesar dressing at the Villa Capri, it will be delicious.

If I snuggle under an electric blanket with two dogs and a cat, it will be cosy.

All of this has made me realize that The Sure Thing is my major comfort right now. So I’m going to go reheat a Capri Everything Pizza (pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, onions & peppers, so not really everything but enough) and watch Brendan Fraser own the desert in The Mummy again.

I love a Sure Thing.