Random Sunday – Flirting, Snow, and Covid

I’ve decided it is time to revive the Random Sunday posts. Random Sundays, which occasionally end up posted on a different day, are a collection of three random things that came from my life over the last week. Sometimes they’re thoughts I’ve had about something going on. Sometimes they include something that happened to me over the last week. And sometimes they include other weird things. Hence the name Random Sundays.

Flirting

I had the funniest thing happen to me at work this week. I’d gone over to a different clinic to meet with one of my staff embedded there. We did our touch base meeting, and I headed back toward my clinic. On the way back, I met two patients at a spot where the hall narrows. So, I paused and let them pass through that spot first. The woman on the scooter thanked me as she went by. The guy, though, started hitting on me. Totally random and unexpected. I’ve had it happen with patients in my clinic before, but never like this. Totally caught me off guard. I disengaged as soon as I could and got back to my clinic. While nice, this guy was not at all my type. Not to mention the whole I’m married and have no intentions of changing that status.

Snow

You know, I read way back in September or October that meteorologists predicted it would be a snowy winter here in Minnesota. Part of me appreciated that because that will often mean warmer streaks here. I don’t think I’ve said it lately, but I hate the cold. Like loathe, detest, and despise the cold. What I hadn’t expected is how we’re getting our snow. It’s coming in waves of close to a foot at a time. For those of you who are more familiar with the metric system, that’s a good thirty centimeters. We just had a storm dump close to a foot—or around thirty centimeters—about a week ago. And they’re predicting another wave of it coming Monday afternoon into Tuesday. I feel bad for other states who are getting dumped on with this and more, and they rarely get this much.

Covid

Covid. I know. Trust me, I’m sick of hearing about it as well. Three years of working in a hospital will do that to you. Well, it finally caught up with me. I ended up with it right before Christmas. At least it was far enough before Christmas that I got out of quarantine in time to celebrate with at least some of my family. I also dodged it for this long, as this was the first time I’ve tested positive. Trust me, I’m glad about that. I also had a mild case, at least compared to what it could have been. The one part still getting to me is my lungs. I’m still coughing a little and can still notice the difference in my breathing when I’m doing even lighter cardio like walking. I am hoping this goes away soon. It’s driving me crazy. Well, crazier.