CoronaDiary 4/27

Hello to the world, it is currently 5:33 P.M. Have I started my day? Eh, kind of. However, have I been productive? No, absolutely not. This morning I started my day at a reasonable time, 8 A.M. However, I only woke up that early because I was obligated to be somewhere. Due to my past knee injuries, and a complicated surgery, now I must suffer through PT to make it better. The shitty part about going to Pt is that my surgery was ONE FUCKING YEAR AGO. Actually I take that back, it has been 14 months. Yeah, 14 whole ass months. So this is my second time going through PT and hoping good results will come out of it. Not to mention, have you ever tried working out in a fucking mask? It sucks, and it makes breathing so hard. After therapy I came home and I made some breakfast and took a pill for my stomach. Now on my third Antibiotic for whatever is going on with me. And after breakfast I fell back asleep. When I woke up, my stomach was in so much pain. After that I went back and forth between sleeping and being awake. And here I am now, 5:43P.M. Writing in my diary and about to fall back asleep.