Gotta love the internet…

Apparently people were leaving negative reviews on Yankee Candles, stating they didn’t smell or the scent was very faint. Finally, someone decided enough was enough and commented on one of the reviews, “You’ve got the ‘Rona, Karen.” I thought that was funny as fuck, to be honest.

However, things became not so funny for me when, one morning, I was changing the wallflower plug in. Usually I get hit by an overpowering smell when I open the refill… but I didn’t. I didn’t think much of it until a bit later. Usually, the entire downstairs is flooded with scent within about 20 minutes. When I still didn’t smell anything, I got a bit worried, but I blew it off. Or I did until the following night when, all of a sudden, like someone turned on a switch, I smelled the refill. Uh-oh… That’s really not a good sign. It also wasn’t a good sign that I took a 6 hour nap before that happened. I had also noticed food tasted really bland, like it didn’t have much flavor and, at times, just tasted downright funky. So, after a few days, I texted my sister and she suggested I get tested. So did my family doctor. So yay… I might have the ‘Rona…Right before Christmas!

Now, I’d been tested before because of all my never-ending sinus congestion (I wasn’t worried, I could still smell and taste), so I knew what was going to happen.

In fact, the doctor I saw asked if I’d had one done before. I replied that I had and his response was, “Oh good, then you know what to expect.” I responded with, “Yeah, you’re going to give me a full frontal lobotomy with a small bottle brush…” He… didn’t say much after that. I’m sure it’s because I was onto them, hahaha…

I’ve known so many people that had it done and they all say, “Oh, it’s not that bad…” Let me tell you, they’re either not being honest or they have no feeling inside their nose. Or the test isn’t being done right. I swear to Christ, they go up so far into your nose, they could give you a fucking lobotomy! That’s a rather frightening thought, isn’t it? But if it has to be done, you gotta do what you gotta do…

So let’s make the situation worse…

I got a part time job, my first job in over 11 years! It’s at a local mall in, of all apt places, a record store! Sounds perfect for me, yeah? I’m overly knowledgable with music (I even stumped the one older guy that works there), I love vinyl and I get to play vinyl while I’m there! Awesomesauce, right? It’s like my perfect job!

Yeah, it was awesome sauce until I had to call of on what would have been my start date because I had to go get a COVID test done… Seriously, how bad does that look?! I feel bad, but they all kept telling me not to worry, I couldn’t have foreseen it. This is true… I got hired Monday, lost my sense of smell Thursday morning, it came back late Friday night and Monday I had to go for my lobotomy test. Honestly, I hope it’s positive. then I can get it over and done with, since most people don’t get it twice. So I’ll approach it like chicken pox…

I just want to feel okay for Christmas…

I bought one of those beautiful Balsam Hill trees this year because my old one finally shit out on me. Isn’t it pretty?

The problem is… what if I still fell bad or if I get worse? What if I can’t spend the holiday with my family and friends?

So I’m asking all of you, my dear readers… Keep your fingers crossed that I’ll feel okay at the very least so I’m not sick as a dog and can actually sort of enjoy my holiday even if I have to spend it in isolation and alone.

And, as for all of you… I hope you all have a safe and Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you happen to celebrate at this time of year.

And keep that fucking ‘Rona at bay…