I felt good enough to go back to work yesterday. I masked just out of courtesy, even if I had just a cold or flu. It acted like a cold or flu, albeit a bad cold or a middling flu. Today I dropped the mask, feeling not quite a hundred percent, but only minorly inconvenienced. Like, I wake up feeling this shitty on most winter mornings.
With the cross-country skiing destroyed by a heavy rain that turned into an ice storm and then froze hard, we haven't been renting skis, so the bike repairs that popped up were welcome.
The first call was a road rider who had noticed as she rode her trainer that the chainrings seemed really wobbly. She brought the bike in. The BB bearings on the drive side were pulverized.
As part of the initial inspection, I sprayed the bottom bracket area with Finish Line Speed Degreaser. I smelled nothing. Ooohhhh, that's not good. I'd noticed a typical diminished sense of smell with this sickness, as one gets with any sinus congestion. But this was absolute erasure of a smell that usually permeates the shop when you use the product.
I bought new Covid tests on the way home from work, since the ones I had on hand were at least three years old. I've led a bit of a charmed life so far, avoiding people like the plague since 2020. I don't mask much. I just choose my times and places to avoid crowd density, and I'd been really lucky with our own clientele. I've hardly had a sniffle of any kind since the end of 2019. Until now.
Not any more. The colors popped up vibrantly. No squinting at faint lines, wondering if I could pretend not to see it. I wouldn't even have thought to check if I hadn't noticed anosmia.
I continue to feel better and better. Now's the time use my super power while I scoop the cat boxes and take out the disgusting kitchen trash.
