One sister has covid, mom has covid, dads sick (unlike him) so he’s most likely positive.There’s just me and one of my other sisters in this house left. We’re all gonna get it but it’s bets on what order.
Bare in mind, there’s 5 in a small house plus pets. We look after the sick. Apart from dad, we’re all high risk. And my sis who had it first made a group for us to text in named after a pun of our family name and covid, just to meme.
They’ve been really ill too, but we’re somehow still fuckin clowning around. I’ve been the closest to the positives, even when they’ve coughed prior diagnosis because I’ve been helping them out. I’m not sick yet but I know I will be soon because in this small house it’s only a matter of time, then we just deal with it.
As a child, I feared the bubonic plague and saw how people prepped in zombie apocalypses. Reality taught me we’re a bunch’a fuckin clowns operating on 2 brain cells with one asking the other for shit roll (bog roll, tp).
We wear our masks out all the time, it’s just unfortunate but we’ll be fine. But it’s our fuckin group chat that gets me-
Never knew how much clowny bastards we are until now. At least we have our humour.
