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Cleaning Is Hazardous To Your Health

And this, my friends, is why I don’t believe in cleaning.

Not one but TWO broken nails from cleaning

I suffered not one, but TWO broken nails1 from cleaning this evening! TWO! Clearly the lesson is: I should never clean stuff. And I should probably go and get a new set of nails done. But not ’til after the playoffs.

  1. For the record, there’s no damage to my actual nail. Just the gel stuff they build the fake nails out of got broken, which is what looks all jagged and yucky. []

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My Final Day in Quarantine

So I genuinely thought I’d blog on all my days in quarantine since, you know, I’m stuck in quarantine and have nothing better to do than blog. But, as it turns out, when you are stuck in quarantine you end up with nothing to write about because ohmygodsoboring! Today, thankfully, is my last day in quarantine as my doctor said I would no longer be infectious by the weekend, which is good because it’s playoffs in one of my hockey leagues starting tomorrow (and I specifically asked about it and she said I’d be fine to play on Saturday).

My throat is still sore – yesterday was the worst it has been but today seems a bit better. I guess it just takes some time for the ulcers in one’s throat to heal even after the virus has burnt itself out. My eyes look a lot better though – here are some photos I took of the progression of my zombie eyeballs over the week (not for the squeamish!)

Monday:

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Tuesday:

Eyeballs are still zombified

Wednesday:

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Thursday 10 am:

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Thursday 1:30 pm:

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Friday:

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It’s weird that my eyes actually looked better on Wednesday than Thursday, but I’m not zombie eyeball-oologist, so maybe that’s just how zombie eyeball disease works.

I’m going to spend my last evening in captivity bleaching every surface I’ve touched this week as well as laundering all my sheets, towels, and everything I’ve worn. Because being sick wasn’t bad enough – apparently I now have to clean too! Ugh. Worst. Disease. Ever.

Thankfully I’ve had a few friends who I’ve been able to chat with on the phone or by FaceTime over the week and I’ve had my wee kitties to keep me company too:

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Only one more sleep ’til freedom!