This afternoon I started feeling a little feverish. The day before I had a sore throat, but I chalked that up to allergies. When the fever hit we took COVID tests.

When the little line showed up positive I said "figures".

As if I needed anything else on my dance card.

I'm going to take a PCR test to ensure that the results are accurate, but two positive at-home tests are going to make this week even more difficult. I was supposed to meet with the radiation oncologist on Tuesday and do another round of chemo on Wednesday. That may not happen now, depending on the precautions and the results of the tests. So I have a bunch of phone calls to make to all of my doctors to let them know what's going on.

So say I'm disappointed would be an understatement. I'm already having trouble with my energy. The last thing I need is COVID mucking with that.

More to come as I know it. God damn it.