I guess I've been alone in my apartment for almost two weeks now? It seems like time passes in a weird way. I can't remember what exactly I did yesterday or the day before. I know I have done something but I can't list exactly what.
My boss called me today. I guess I made it sound like I don't care about work because I wasn't aware I had shifts this weekend. I mean I am aware that these days I have shifts but exactly what days I don't know. To me, it seems more important to get better. When I'm better I can think about work. I'm not suddenly better just because I have a shift tomorrow and it would be convenient for him if he didn't have to find a replacement.
He wasn't pushy or anything though. He knows it takes the time it takes. I can't just be symptom-free because I would like to be. If that was the case I would have been out of here a week ago.
And I'm doing better. These days it's just a small headache throughout the whole day and then a bit of smoldering lungs/airways in the evening. Both are getting better each day. Well, and then there's my sense of smell and taste but that's not a symptom that affects my right to walk out of here, it's a separate issue. I hope tomorrow will my first day with no symptoms!