Fast facts (if you don’t have time to read the full post): Today would have marked two days until chop chop… but life has other plans for me now…

TO THE SHORT VERSION!

If you’ve been a loyal follower or my friend for more than the past two years, you know I have been a COVID long hauler since December 2020. I had the OG COVID strain, the one that took away your smell and taste and fucked you up for days, or in my case years. Since then, I have dealt with parosmia, a condition that has left foods tasting abnormal and often times disgusting. I am three months short of my two year anniversary with this condition and most foods are back to normal, but not all.

Fast forward to July of this year and in a cruel trick of punishment, I contracted COVID the last week of chemo, delaying my treatment out a week. I lost my smell and taste for a few days before it returned. It sent me into a panic. I had come so far since my first infection!

That was six weeks ago yesterday. Yesterday I had my pre-surgery COVID test and today I got my results.

I tested positive for COVID-19. PLOT FUCKING TWIST.

I have ZERO symptoms and it is very possible to test positive for COVID weeks after infection. I have been off chemo for five weeks as of this Thursday and my immune system is in normal range, but still climbing. But these results have delayed my much needed surgery to next Thursday, September 15. Most likely surgery will be in the afternoon according to the nurse who called today. I won’t have to test again for COVID before surgery, but fuck. You’ve got to be kidding me.

On one hand I am grateful to have another week with my derpy boobs and I get to spend it exercising and enjoying life. Starting Thursday, I am off until October 3 and then I will evaluate whether or not I can start working from home post-surgery. I am excited to spend some time on “vacation” and collecting my thoughts before surgery. Maybe I will pull some weeds in my yard. Maybe I will do some soul searching. Who’s to say? The world will be my oyster for a few days. On the other hand, it is a race against time at this point to remove the tumors. They need to go. We don’t want any more metastasis happening.

The countdown to chop chop is now back up to nine days. How is that for some shit random luck? Fuck you, COVID. Fuck you.

Today’s song lyrics of the day are brought to you by Fall Out Boy.

“Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith
Is when it’s tested again and again every day
I’m still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound, but they’re my sutures”

– Immortals, Fall Out Boy