I don’t know how people get things done when it feels like your eyes are popping out of your face and your forehead is tight and rigid with unceasing pain.
I am here to get things done.
Not kvetch.
It is not going to be easy but feeling sorry for myself is not the answer.
Do I win the Showdown Showcase for my woes?
Johnny. Tell me what I’ve won!
“Here’s your brand new bottle of Excedrin!”
(Better than asking for “my Covid,” and not my receipt, at a moment of mixed distraction during yesterday’s shopping excursion.)