I am already at my COVID-19 Breaking Point. Been residing there for a while. I decided I will return to my office tomorrow (Monday) because I am in my office by myself. I could have stayed working there but I did NOT want to be in my office building all by myself. Even with locking myself in, I did not want to do that. But after 873 weeks of being home, it is the right thing for me to do. Maybe it will dial down my bitchiness a notch or 2.
Then my Drama Queen sister-in-law told us she had “the corona.” As well as her lazy son. Um, no, ya didn’t. She was not tested nor did she go to the doctor. She just woke up one day sick, most likely with flu symptoms, and decided she had it. Then lazy son was sick, and he had it! There may be a teeny tiny chance they had it, but I seriously, seriously doubt it.
I realized a day later that if they want to think they had it, then let them believe it. It doesn’t matter to me one way or another, and it doesn’t affect me one way or another.