Went on the most stressful drugstore run of my life yesterday. 2/3 of the basic cleaning supplies we were looking for were out of stock, people kept clipping <6' from us, and the poor cashier was clearly stressed out of her wits from dealing with people's general jackassery.

And today I'm still worrying that I've exposed myself. I've had scratchy sinuses and a cough all day. It's probably EXACTLY the same allergy cough and wheeze I've had virtually every day for the last 30 years, and I would never have noticed it until it became a potential herald of doom.

Now my death anxiety is through the roof, as is my panic of how we'd even begin to care for each other in this tiny cramped apartment with no cleaning supplies, if one of us comes down with this.

I wish this damn thing at least had the decency to hit QUICK. The fact it's notorious for coming on slow makes the mental health hit so much worse, because of the 2-14 day suspense...