Quarantine Days 1-3

Welp, Ive never done anything like this. Blogging, I mean. At least not since I was in Junior High probably. So lets start with Friday....back story, Im a nail technician and we have been waiting to see how Covid-19 was going to affect our business. Friday, all salon establishments were shut down by the Wisconsin Governor. We had to be shut down by 5pm. I truly knew it was coming, I had been preparing myself all week for it, but.... once it actually hit I was just so shocked. Such a whirlwind of emotions, from scared, panicked, but also relief. You see, I had been having some pretty severe chest pains throughout the week. I was unsure if it was my lovely anxiety or if Miss Rona had gotten to me and I was next in line. My best friend, Anne, who is also my boss, reassured me it was probably anxiety, which she was right. Anne and I like to play this game a lot. Is it anxiety or is it cancer? I know, a little morbid but honestly if I didn't have her to play this game with I would probably be convinced I was dying every 45 minutes. Anyways, I woke up Saturday and realized my chest pain had diminished quite a bit, thank you jesus. As soon as I got out of bed and allowed my brain to go to its normal state of panic, the pain started again. COOL. Whatever though, kind of the story of my life. I was going to hang out with Anne, John (Anne's hubby), and our friend Carl. I had been around Anne and John all week so if one of us was going to get it, so were the other two. Carl works at home and was safe. I will add we sat far enough apart from each other that we were fine.  So, for anyone who's flipping their lid over us all being in the same room, we did take precautions. Anne and I decided to get prettied up for the evening and honestly, it was almost therapeutic for me to curl my hair and spend extra time on my face. My chest pain completely disappeared during my getting ready and I felt like I had something to look forward to, which at this point is a huge deal. We sat around like it was just another regular Saturday night, drinking vodka, and laughing. I took more selfies on Saturday afternoon/evening than I have in a hot minute, and if you know me, thats saying something because I am the selfie queen. Also, my anxiety is telling me as I type this that I probably make no sense and am terrible at this. Fuck it, nobody will probably read this anyways, right? Its Sunday and so far today I have picked up and semi cleaned my apartment. I did a deep cleaning like two weeks ago and had been leaving everything unkept all week because I knew I was going to need something to do when I was held up in here. So, I picked everything up after I took a bath. Then my aunt called me and asked me to help her wax her eyebrows via FaceTime. She had some microwaveable wax, the strips, and the after care but she did not have the wooden applicators to apply the wax. Guys. My aunt used the end of a match stick to apply it. It was actually kind of genius because its small enough you have more control putting the wax on. Before she actually waxed though she couldn't get the cap off the wax, so I tell her to run it under hot water because thats what we do at the salon when we can't get a polish bottle open. That didn't work so she tried just putting it in the microwave anyways to loosen it up. That didn't work but that wax was sure melted by the end of it. She then does what I would of done, stab it open with a knife. Ding, Ding, Ding!!! We have a winner. Once she got it open, and got wax all over her hands and phone, she successfully waxed her eyebrows. I was impressed actually, because that could of FOR SURE been a shit show. Hung up with her, and called my mom to show her older pictures from my old computer I found yesterday. Then we added my sister into the FaceTime and proceeded to laugh at all of the pictures I had. Let me tell you, my eyebrows have come a LONG way. After awhile I put some of my old music on and we had an epic dance party. I forget I have to kind of censor myself and my music in front of my youngest niece who is almost 2. She's like a sponge and I don't really want to be responsible for her saying 'fuck' just yet. The dance party was so, so fun. I kind of gave up on my mom taking screenshots to post on Facebook that are anything but flattering. I look like an 80's groupie the morning after I got laid by the band's manager. I don't even look good enough to sleep with an actual band member. Side pony, off the shoulder shirt, makeup from last night, and I feel like I've been sweating out booze from last night. Speaking of booze I found some vodka in the salon fridge that I will be taking advantage of while I am off work. I don't have an actual mixer but I did find some Crystal Light lemonade packets(Thanks Sis!). Gotta work with what you got. Honestly, the only real reason I have started blogging is so I can look back at this time and laugh. This is some serious shit, and I didn't really understand the magnitude of the situation at first. Im super bummed Im not in Wyoming with my family, but I would hate to go home and be a carrier who's not showing symptoms and get any one of them sick. The FaceTime calls are making a huge difference. I don't feel so alone, yet. I also like writing/typing/blogging or whatever this is. Alright, whoever is reading this, over and out! 

Ok, Bye, Love you!