Sick again.

I am a landfill for germs.

The man I have been sharing a bed with is not turning me on. Instead, he is turning me into a receptacle for his diseases.

As I see it I have two choices.

Separate living spaces or wearing a mask every minute of every day.

I will need to manufacture a trap door on the face covering for food and quickly reseal each time.

I have nothing more to share today as I am back in bed and feeling like crap.

I must say that the infector is being very solicitous.

This better be a short term illness.

Hell hath no fury like a woman reinfected.

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