I’m not going to beat around the bush with this one as December 2022 pretty much just sucked for us lol. Xmas was still lovely of course and we had a great time with friends and family. But there was a couple of weeks there in the middle of December where it just felt like this month could not be gone soon enough! It began at my day job when we had a gal go out with COVID and then another gal went down with it and then a third gal headed for a long planned trip to Florida. And then I got COVID! There are only five of us lol.
Fortunately, though we were on a skeleton crew, we took turns being sick to the point that the place never just had to be shut down entirely.
It hit me on a Wednesday when two gals were already out with COVID. I got up and felt a little more tired and achy than usual but just chalked it up to not sleeping well.
By 3 that afternoon though I was starting to feel “off” and then by 4 it hit me like a freight train.
Over the next 36 hours my temp hit 104 countless times and I basically just moved from the bed, to the couch, to the bathtub over and over again trying to soak the enormous amount of aches and pains away. (I took a test sometime there and it was positive.)
When I was at my worst I woke to find our dog Annie laying beside me in bed just STARING at me.
Annie doesn’t care nor want to sleep with us and rarely even bothers to come upstairs so, for her to have not only gotten into our bed but to be literally BESIDE MY HEAD, makes me wonder if I was even sicker than I realized.
Or I was starting to look like a juicy pork chop…
My fever broke though and I really thought I was going to be just fine and ready for work by Monday!
COVID is no joke.
December 2022, the term feeling like I “got hit by a bus” has never been more accurate though, besides a headache (one of which was beyond describing), I really didn’t have a ton of symptoms. Kind of a nasty cough from time to time and a little sinus pressure etc. but nothing crazy.
I really just felt like crap and had no desire to do anything at all. When my aunt had COVID she called it the, “I don’t give a damns…”
So a week later from when I got sick, besides the fatigue, I was starting to feel like I could rejoin the public and finally go back to work!
And the universe laughed and laughed and we got hit by over a foot and a half of snow in two days.
I just gave up, it was like Thursday at that point and my boss was like, “Its up to you but I wouldn’t… the roads are beyond awful.”
Poor Lodi through all of this was working, plowing snow, holding this place together and putting up with a beyond crabby wife who couldn’t even get motivated enough to work on the house or the blog. (And I had so many projects I was so excited about…)
Throughout the entire ordeal I kept my sense of taste but didn’t want to eat or drink anything. My belly would be rumbling and yet I had no appetite whatsoever.
It was when I got my appetite back when I felt I was finally on the mend and wanted to go back to work.
I wanted a budlight and a bag of cheesy poofs.
December 2022 my wonderful, dutiful husband bought me a six pack and a bag of cheesy poofs lol.
I suspect I might reminisce about this moment months from now and buy them both for myself, remembering how wonderful they tasted and then wonder what in the absolute hell was wrong with me. (Not to knock Budlight and Cheesy poofs but seriously.)
December 2022, meanwhile our winter wonderland was gorgeous and absolute hell in so many ways.
Especially for poor Lodi.
He was so excited this summer to get a snow plow blade for our RZR side by side and a new snow blower. Of course no one expected to get this much in such a short amount of time.
(We may live in northern Minnesota but this was pretty extreme.)
And Lodi’s job is driving so his 8 hour days turned into 14 hour days (and numerous times both he and his fellow truck drivers got stuck) only to have to come home and start plowing us out… not once… not twice… but THREE times over the course of all of this.
One of his fellow drivers even got stranded in North Dakota when the state literally SHUT ALL OF THE ROADS DOWN.
December 2022 we got lucky though as many people were without power and all we really suffered were some downed branches. (You can see one hanging in front of our garage.) It was not a cold, light, blowing snow storm. No, this was a warm one meaning: HEAVY snow, almost no wind, like a torrential downpour for three days… but with snow.
The pictures you see here are at the end of day two in the afternoon and then at about 8pm right after Lodi got home after a 13 hour day at work tackling the driveway again.
December 2022 you can’t even tell he had entirely plowed us out the night before!
And then in true Minnesota fashion we went from 30s and endless snow to highs in the negative digits totally cementing the fact that we will be living with this much snow for a long long time…
As for me the COVID fatigue still has me but otherwise I’m fine now.
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday – cheers to a better looking new year!
A perfect blend of whining and humor–the trials and tribulations of Covid fever and mountains of snow– in the warm Voice that makes a reader smile.
Niomi, thank you so much!
Wow, really extreme weather there in Minnesota. I hope you recover fully soon, Tarah, and Merry Christmas to you, Lodi and Annie!
Thank you Jeannie! I hope you had a great Christmas!