Dealling With The Dreaded Coof

It has happened, nearly three years after Covid first appeared. Both me and my infant daughter tested positive. The place we contracted it from? From her pediatricians office about a week ago.

I had taken her to get her vaccinations, and for her two month check up. I was masked, and even sanitized my hands after. But because masking an infant isn’t really viable, and the natyre of an infants check up she ended getting it, and I got it from her.

For me it’s been mild, some coughing, some congestion, and a fever. For my poor little Ava her symptoms are similar, but slightly more severe. She was prescribed nebulizer treatments to help her breath until it ends.

This sucks, it’s not so severe that I can’t do anything, but I don’t want to get anyone sick, especially not someone who’s immunodeficent.

Anyone else get the coof? How bad was it, and how did you handle it? Let me know in the comments!

During this time, I’ve been growing slowly but surely on YouTube, I still can’t figure out Tik Tok though.

My PC is still down as I’m waiting for my GPU to be RMA’d, and I’m bored out of my mind during my free time. I used to always be working on something, or doing something on my PC. Where I live now I can’t work on projects, and I don’t have room for them either, and it sucks.

I still have a minibike project shelved until further notice, and a running bike in storage, that I was going to try to make street legal. I have so many ideas, and no way to pursue them.

The 110v power setting on my welder is enough for the small stuff, but I don’t trust it for any of my bigger projects.

That’s enough belly aching though, tell me about your Covid experiences, and tell me about stuff you’re doing in your spare time.

Thanks for reading, and have a great Morning/Afternoon/Evening!

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