Covid & Cocktails: Not A Great Pairing

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They say that the dastardly Omicron strain of Covid-19 is actually somewhat less dastardly than previous strains, but I can attest firsthand that it’s no picnic, even if you’re vaxxed and boosted. One morning early in my illness I got up, emptied the dishwasher, and was so exhausted from the exertion that I went back to bed for the next six hours. The hacking cough that lingered for weeks? Also not much fun. The brain fog that’s said to come with Covid was absolutely real. I had one assignment that absolutely had to be done while I was in the thick of it, illness-wise, and I could barely think clearly enough to put two sentences together. Fortunately I had a chance to go back and edit the mess when I’d mostly recovered, but I still won’t be posting a link to it here — it’s something I’d rather forget.

This chronicle of my struggle to regain senses of smell and taste (which isn’t supposed to happen with Omicron, so who knows, maybe I actually had the Delta strain) is something that, with any luck, I’ll be able to look back at in a few years and think, Damn, what a weird time that was. But hell, I think you should read it right now. Go over to Alcohol Professor and check it out! Link is… wait for it…. -> HERE <-. And remember to keep washing your hands and masking up indoors, and for heaven’s sake, if you haven’t gotten vaccinated already, please do so. It may not have stopped me from catching Covid, but it sure as hell could have been a lot worse.