Some rambling

It’s been 2 years since I’ve last had sex. The first 1 1/2 years had been rough since I was working 5 to 7 days a week for my brother at his restaurant and it was exhausting!! I didn’t have a life; it sucked. It got to the point where I told my brother that I needed 2 FULL days off a week and he could handle his business on his own for 48 hours. I’ll tell you what; he was SO pissed off but I didn’t care. I kept getting sick every single month (mostly in the winters) and I didn’t have the time to see specialists who could help me (like an ENT when I had ear infections or sinus infections, my pulmonologist whenever I had bronchitis, etc). He ended up giving me a day and a half off; unfortunately it was on the weekends and I’d have to make do with a walk in clinic. 

Then Covid happened. He said he’s choosing to lay me off because I’m high risk due to a chronic lung condition (asthma) and wanted to protect me. I filed for unemployment that day and it took forever since a TON of people were also filing a claim. Thankfully mine was accepted; I heard from friends that also filed a claim around the time I did that theirs is pending and here it is (almost) October and their claim is still pending months later. I feel bad for them but there’s nothing I can do for them; I’d like to help them out monetarily but I’d be unable to pay my bills if I helped them.  

But being laid off and a few months later, ‘officially’ laid off, the only buildings I’ve entered is going to my general practitioner, my pulmonologist, my endocrinologist and my dermatologist. I really haven’t seen any family outside of my household; but everyone’s being safe. 

There has been one person, though, that I’ve seen outside of my house but he’s for another post