My Life As A Hobby

It’s been a week since I tested positive, and  I’m back home from my self  imposed isolation.  As I count down the days until my next test on Wednesday, I’m fighting boredom.  So why not write a song parody?  Granted, it’s probably been done, and it’s lame, but I wrote it, so there!   And now with apologies to the Knack and Weird Al, here is My Corona.   Feel free to sing as you feel lead.  My Corona  Ooooh, the doctor swabbed my nose Swabbed my nose  And now I know that  I’ve got Corona. Ooooh, I thought I had a cold Had a cold,  But now I know I’ve got Corona.  Always wore a mask Washed my hands.   Now I’m short of breath All the food tastes bland.   Cause I-I-I yi yi woo! I-I-I’ve got Corona!  Trapped inside for 14 days Here I’ll stay  Just because I’ve got Corona.   Now it’s coming out both ends  Out both ends Never gonna win with my Corona! Always wore a mask Washed my hands.   Now I’m short of breath All the food tastes bland.  Cause I-I-I yi yi woo! I-I-I’ve got Corona!  Oh I’m

Day 5  -   Just woke up, went out on my deck and spotted three black crows on my pier.  Not what you wanna see when you have Corona.   Good thing I’m not superstitious.  Besides how can you be worried when you’re wearing your lucky t shirt? When people read my first post about COVID, I got  lots of questions  about the timeline, the symptoms, and the transmission of ‘Rona. So as a public service, I’ll let you know what happened.  Don’t guess this post will be funny, but I’ll try.  Our youngest son who is a RN, lives w us and was exposed at work. They did a 24 hour test which was positive, and then he packed up and headed to our place at the lake for isolation.   We sprayed  Lysol and alcohol everywhere. Used bleach too.        The next day I had a stuffy nose.  It felt like allergies and I thought nothing of it.  Then I began to get headaches In the morning.  Still, it seemed like sinusitis and nothing more.  The morning of the second headache I walked my dogs and was a bit short of br

I’m eating a breakfast burrito - or it it a Chili Dog?  Wait,  maybe  it’s a spicy tuna roll, or a glazed donut.   Right now it could be any of the above because currently my taste buds don’t know Little Debbie from Chef Boyardee.   All compliments of good ol’ COVID.  Granted, it seems my case of the virus isn’t near as bad as so many others (although I was told to be vigilant because it  can change quickly).   So, even though I have COVID  right now, I feel lucky.   Just a daily headache, occasional mild cramps, some shortness of breath, and a general blah feeling.     However,  like so many people who have it, I’ve lost my sense of taste and smell.  Beginning to lose my taste was one of the things that made me think I had COVID and not a case of seasonal allergies.  This symptom seems like a level of Dante’s Purgatory personalized just for me.  I love to cook and eat, unlike my wife who believes recipe is a four letter word.  It even drives her crazy because I can be eating a meal I

Ok, let’s get it out in the open.  I have Corona.  I tested positive a couple of days ago after experiencing  headaches for about 3 days.  I passed them off as seasonal allergies, but when I woke up Sunday with some shortness of breath,  it was time to be tested.  I tested positive and my wife did not - something I will hold over her head forever.  Not surprisingly, from the minute we got the results, I was packing my bags.  After a pickup order from the grocery store, I was out the door.   Fortunately, we have a little place on a big lake about 90 minutes from our home. And I promise you as I look across the placid water, there are worse places to be banished for 10 days.  That’s when they want me to be retested.   I know all the cases are different, but  I don’t feel too bad.  It feels like a sinus headache.  Yesterday I walked almost two miles and did some light yard work.  The doctor told me I need to fight thru the fatigue to keep my lungs clear - 66 year old lungs do not need pne

  The Webster’s Dictionary defines the word perspective as “a particular attitude toward, or way of regarding something.”  Our perspective can change with age, knowledge, or an event in our life.  So it makes sense that a five year old’s perspective of the world is about the same as my perspective of quantum physics, right?  So why did I have to learn that the hard way?    The Sunday morning worship service had just ended and we were talking to our minister outside the sanctuary because we’re Methodists and that’s the law.   As we discussed some of the finer points of his sermon, I felt several sharp tugs on my pants leg. It was my 5 year old son Matt.  Looking down, I saw a little face that was a mix of terror and urgency. He looked like he had just seen Pennywise the clown.  “Dad, Dad, Dad!”, he said loudly. “ I have to talk to you right now! ”   I ignored his youthful disregard of manners and in a kind fatherly voice asked him, “What is it son?”   By now he had all of our attention.