Y'all, I am stupid, with a capital STU and PID. A week out of Covid, and currently battling a UTI, and I thought it would be a good idea to test wheat last night by eating a big stack of pancakes. (They looked SO good.)

I haven't been this miserable in years. I'll spare you the details. Also reading that the antibiotic I'm on can also cause issues, so I basically hit my post Covid body with a double whammy.

Send juju that today was the worst of it, I can't go through a second day of that.

Wearing my negative tests (took the second one 48 hours after the first in case it was false) as ears. While this is great news, C-vid has once again sent me into a severe fibro flare, so I feel worse now. 🎉

Other people in house still positive. I also looked at our living room, like REALLY looked at it, for the first time since this all started. Bag of wrapping paper, a few opened gifts on the coffee table, bows scattered about. It's like the apocalypse hit right after we opened presents.

I know I complained yesterday, but it's almost 2 a.m. again, and people are still setting off fireworks.

I am having very not nice thoughts.

Alright, hit me up with any magic #sinus things you know of. I'd like to taste things again. I've tried:
-steam
-hot drinks
-saline nasal rinse
-more steam
-those face massage videos on youtube
-kinda spicy food (I'm a wimp)
-drinking enough water to drown a shark

Can't do sudafed, it messes with my heart.

I feel so curmudgeonly saying this, but I feel an hour and thirty eight minutes of "Yay it's midnight!" fireworks is too long.

Like, Happy New Year, and you don't have to go to bed like I want to right now, but maybe stop with the explosives at almost 2 a.m.?