Captains Log:
April 30 Year 2020, Day 7 of Covid-19 Quarantine
24:30 Captains Log: I am jarred awake by what I can only describe as someone jackhammering my brain through both of my eyes. This headache is excruciating! Something.is.eating.my.brain!
01:00 – 05:00 Captains Log: I am making every attempt to comfort my head. Whatever creature has invaded my brain and is building affordable housing I am begging you to find another development zone! I.am.going.to.need.to.speak.to.a.supervisor!
05:01 Captains Log: My reminder pops up its time to run. I.can’t.even.crawl!
07:00 Captains Log: I am in a bunch of pain, on top of the fevers, body aches, the most recent discovery of flames shooting out of my wedding tackle. This brain splitting headache has now made today first place of the worst day. Sucker.punched!
08:00 Captains Log: Food has lost its appeal, but I have to eat. I go with my brothers favorite meal Yogurt, berries and some granola. It is yummy and digests well. Big.brother.is.on.to.something.
09:15 Captains Log: Doctors appointment for my flaming weiner. Thank God antibiotics prescribed, hopefully it will work on reducing the fever and the inferno in my loins. This.entry.is.TMI!
10:00 Captains Log: Sick bay patient has no fever. Our crew member Alexis the same. Sick Bay patient is an exotic bird, I have begun calling her Charito. She has taken command of this Vessel. She insists I now reside to the sickbay quarters to get adequate rest. I attempt to protest but she stares me down and I retreat. She.must.be.from.the.same.lineage.as.the.feline.below.deck!
11:00 Captains Log: Oh my, this bed is comfy! Where.have.you.been.all.my.life!
13:00 Captains Log: Crew member Niko picked up my meds, Charito made me a sandwich so I don’t “get a belly ache” with the meds. This crew is amazing. Where I was once supposed to be the nurturer, I am now the nurtured. I’ve.got.my.eye.on.all.of.them.
15:00 Captains Log: I took a little nap, it was a light nap as the construction crew in my head reminded me of its presence by beginning installation of a second story. I.need.an.ice.pack.
16:00 Captains Log: The pack has found their way to the new sleeping quarters. This.battle.will.not.go.well.for.them.
18:00 Captains Log: Mess hall – soup and some pretzels for dinner. Easy.easy.feeling.queasy.
18:01 Captains Log: Apparently the pack is fond of pretzels as well as they have formed a tribal dance where they hop on their hind legs for treats. They.are.circus.folk.
19:30 Captains Log: My head is pounding and my eyes are killing me. If anything of excitement occurs I will log at a later hour. My.glasses.are.making.me.wanna.puke!
22:00 Captains Log: Jameson is on watch and high alert apparently former sickbay patient Charito is coming close, to use the lavatory, he notifies me with his high pitched bark that sends my already pounding headache into a flaming train crash! Don’t.move.or.he’ll.bark.
24:00 Captains Log: I’m now getting desperate, my head and sinuses are extremely uncomfortable. I have a high tolerance for pain, but this is abuse. I am breaking out the Advil Sinus medicine. Must.find.relief.
#Adulting 