I Cannot Think Of A Decent Title For This

My boyfriend was hospitalized for 5 days with a breakthrough case of Covid last week. Since he received his vaccines, it was the last thing that he expected. He was almost certain that he just had bronchitis, which he is prone to. Once I found out about his diagnosis, I went to the walk-in clinic to get myself tested. I had to go back home and wait a few hours before they could see me. It was a long afternoon, let me tell you. I was not only scared for him but I was also concerned for myself. Thankfully, I tested negative because we hadn’t seen each other for a while. (We had gotten into an argument and I’d said that I needed a break.)

Well, I got one. I won’t see him now until mid-October once he’s finished quarantining.

He’d felt like he had gotten run over by a truck, he was so exhausted. No energy at all. He also had a fever of 103. Because he’s high risk (full-blown diabetes, a heart condition, and obesity) they took his infection seriously, even though he was able to breathe just fine.

The doctor who treated him said that the reason he hadn’t been severely ill was due to his two shots of vaccine. It saved his life.

I’m not getting on my soapbox or anything. I’m just relaying the truth, man.

I spend a lot of my time alone. It used to scare me. When my ex finally moved out, I was relieved but also constantly petrified of the silence, no sound from the television or radio (he always needed background noise, unlike myself) although I did not miss the intoxicating smell of his sweaty man chair.

But as time went on, I realized that just because I had someone physically present with me, I was still indeed all by myself. So, I feel as though I’ve conquered a massive fear of mine.

Plus, my mind doesn’t whisper dark nothings to me now. I do have people who love me and care. If I needed someone, if my aloneness overpowered my sanity, I could easily reach out.

To feel at peace with your own company is pretty swell.

I recently found this song via one of my friends that I really love. It even got stuck inside my head for a few days. Ya gotta admire a great earworm, right?


It’s by a group called Mumford and Sons, which is a silly-sounding name. Then again, most bands have goofy-ass names. (Not The Beatles, though.)

It’s called simply “Beloved.” The video shows a young boy in the hospital while his mother lay in her bed, dying. But, she gets up, still in her gown and the two have one last magical day together. I’m sharing the lyric video, though.

I admit it, I cried. The lyrics are just gorgeously melancholy. How I wish that I could have one last day with my own mom.

Only in my dreams now.


    • Thanks, he’s out of the house now and taking a week to build his stamina back up before he goes back to work. We did make amends. We’re just two very different people and sometimes he triggers me…reminds me of my ex-husband now and then. Usually, we get along pretty well, though.


  1. I’m glad to hear that the BF will be ok, praise Ceiling Cat for vaccines! And yes, Mumford & Sons sounds weird but their music is awesome. I’ve actually been listening to Delta, the album Beloved is on, a lot lately. *hugs* my friend ❤

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  2. I love Mumford and Sons–even weirder that they’re British. Glad the BF is ok and that you are too–up here there are few vaccinated people getting sick but it’s usually because of all the unvaccinated idiots wandering around infecting everyone else–90% of all hospitalizations and 100% of all ICU cases up here are with the unvaxxed. If it wasn’t for them, we’d be out of lockdown by now. Rant over–sorry!

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