Jan. 23rd, 2022

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Ya girl’s got covid. While there isn’t a way to know for sure, based on what I’ve read about symptoms, I’m pretty sure I have the omicron variant, and so far, thanks to vaccines, the physical effects have been pretty mild. In fact, I was sure that I just had a cold. But we had a wave of covid rush through the school community, so I decided to get tested as a “better safe than sorry” precaution. And wow, I was really surprised that it turned out to be positive. I had just gotten my first booster shot on Friday (Sinopharm, which is the only WHO-approved option here in BLR, is two shots for some reason), and I had my period, so for a few days, I wasn’t sure what was side effects from the shot, what was just my body, and what was illness. I had congestion, fatigue, headache, and a moderate cough. No fever or flu-like symptoms. I will admit, there is part of me that wishes I’d just ridden it out. I got my results on Wednesday, and I feel pretty fine, like, actually alright. I’m a little congested right now, and tired, but it’s nothing I’m not used to pushing through as a teacher. I could have gone back to work Monday and been fine. But I would feel terrible if I spread it to anyone, especially my students. And since it’s official, I have to officially isolate at home for 10 days. I am extremely fortunate that I have friends and colleagues who can bring me groceries. My friend Rachel lives in the same apartment building, so she came and got my trash (I spaced it when I went to get tested) and is buying food for me. She’s also checking in on me daily. I am getting cabin fever. I could probably leave. I don’t think anyone is actually officially making me stay. (I’m so glad this didn’t happen to me in China, because people get arrested for breaking quarantine and my whole building would have been quarantined.) But it’s also stupid cold out, so I’m really not tempted too much to leave. I can officially leave on Saturday, so I will definitely do a happy dance, then get coffee and groceries and go back home — my normal routine.

I’ve been trying to see the positives — aside from those mentioned above, I’m getting a little taste of what it might be like to quarantine if I get a job in Taiwan, Korea, or Japan, which, afaik, have 14-day quarantines in place for people coming into the country. My brain fog is lifting, so I’m going to make headway applying for new jobs. I don’t know if I will be able to focus on writing, but I’m sure I’ll get back to that eventually.

My story for the Secret Project will be unveiled on Thursday! I can’t wait for people to read it and to see the art that my partner created for the story. Here is one last snippet of the story. I hope you all have a good week!


Huaisang was easy to follow. Once he helped Wangji to his feet, he smoothly passed him off to Wei Ying and offered his arm to Jiang Cheng. At some point, they separated into two groups. Wen Ning led Wangji and Wei Ying away with the promise of fabulous prizes at one of the many games that flanked the area dominated by rides. Huaisang, on the other hand, led Jiang Cheng deeper into the center of the carnival, past row after row of pine-green and gray canvas tents to a simple gray structure of heavy, stained canvas. A flickering electric lantern hung by the flap that served as a door. With his free hand, Huaisang pushed the flap aside and ushered Jiang Cheng inside.

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