[COVID Day Five Hundred Sixty Four]
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Last night as I was falling asleep, I was coughing, like ya do, and instead of chilling out as I fell asleep, it just kept getting worse.
Until I threw up.
A lot.
“Ah, okay, sicker then I thought.”
#Noted
Except now I’m working in America where you cannot take sick leave every other week and I have a couple of shows coming up that involve flying on a plane that requires you to confirm and declare that you do not have any COVID symptoms and how much of this is just psychosomatic anyway?
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The good news, though, is that I took SuperC and DayQuil and drank lots of water and tea and am inhaling cough drops like they’re going out of style and I’m feeling a million times better than I was last night when I was hugging the iron goddess.
But I’m also… scared.
Scared of flying. Scared of being sick. Scared of stress.
Scared of being scared.
It’s a lot.
Sure sure, if I feel worse, I’ll call in sick and go see a doctor, but for now?
It’s all about self care.