Now, having said all I've said before, can I get my room into decent shape in 3 days? That's the question. I certainly don't have the room to store everything I own. So I'm coming up with a plan. First step is to decide that my comics aren't going anywhere.

I should be able to smell Vick’s Vaporub, right?

I am so f’n tired of these coughing jags. I feel like I’m going to end up choking.

Well, still no sense of smell. But the appraisal's been postponed until next week, so that's something.

Coughing is exhausting.

Gloriosky, I hope my prayers have been answered. Just got off the phone with a doctor, and she thinks it might be my asthma kicking in again. So she’s sending the pharmacy my prescriptions and they hopefully deliver.

She said I can make my own salt water solution, but I unfortunately have no way to squirt it up my nose, So I think I'm just going to try some Tylenol Sinus and my sleeping vitamin and hopefully get some sleep tonight.

“Honey, just imagine the burglaries we can pull off, thanks to Locksmithing Institute!”

I hate it when youtube clips you used to watch over and over disappear, and searching for them avails you nothing.

Just got my results back and it is not good news. They detected COVID.

Already seeing the lunacy of total self-isolation life. I need to get my prescriptions delivered, so I asked if I could give them my credit card info. No, they said, you have to call a number and give them the info. Why, I asked. Privacy reasons, they said.

One of the biggest problems I've had so far is that I have shortness of breath, and wearing the mask aggravates it. Hopefully my prescriptions will help with that.

Just got the first piece of good news. According to my doctor it’s 10 days of self-isolation starting from date you first showed symptoms, which for me was last Thursday. Technically, my isolation could be up Monday, provided my symptoms don’t get worse.

Of course, I cannot leave the apartment for anything. Not even laundry, garbage or recycling. Plus I have to stay completely away from dad. I tried explaining this all to him, but everytime I tried to speak coughing would start. Very frustrating.

For the record, if anyone is interested, I normally travel everywhere with a mask on, and gloves more often than not. So despite that, it got me. Stay safe everyone, and thank you all for the kind words.

Now, in another bit of possible good news, I tried the nasal spray prescription they sent me. After a while I thought I caught a faint whiff of Lysol wipes and oranges.

I know I haven't thanked everyone who tweeted their support, but every one of you hold a very special place in my heart. Thank you.

When you’re protecting yourself from COVID, you wear and speak through a mask. When you get COVID and need to wear a mask, suddenly you can’t communicate at all while wearing a mask. That’s some insidious design right there.

In a weird twist of events, I tell my dad I prefer to stay in my room because I don't get as out of breath there as I do elsewhere in the apartment and he practically screams at me to use the living room.

Either COVID is starting to really wreak havoc on my taste buds or I just had the worst chicken finger ever.