On February 11, 2020, the World Health Organization officially named the illness that would go on to cause a pandemic "coronavirus disease 2019," shortened to the acronym COVID-19.
On February 10, 2023, I tested positive for the first - and let’s hope only - time after doing all the things, protecting myself the best I could, getting all the vaccines and boosters, and so forth. I made it almost three years, y’all, and I’m so mad I got it. I think I was exposed either in the terminal at JFK or on the plane back from New York. The guy in the window seat in my row (middle seat was empty - yay!) was not wearing a mask and sneezed and coughed a lot. I was wearing a good mask but yeah. Pretty sure that’s where it came from.
I’m on day two of Paxlovid but still feel lousy. The fever comes and goes, though it hasn’t gotten as high today as it did yesterday (102.7!), the cough is wicked, I have hardly any sense of taste and no food even sounds good. Mostly I’ve been eating grapes. In other news, I’ve lost 5 pounds since Friday morning. Whatever.
This disease is garbage. I hope you don’t get it, and if you’ve had it already, I’m so sorry. It reminds me of when I had pneumonia except thankfully this cough hasn’t made its way to my chest yet. It’s sitting happily in my throat at the moment.
I worked from home on Thursday, thank goodness, and felt pretty lousy all day. I chalked it up to allergies and an overuse of the massage chair during my pedicure Wednesday night. I even took a COVID test mid-day, which was negative. I woke up in the middle of the night with a fever and knew I had it. I took another test and yep, positive.
So I’m in the land of isolation over here, which is fine. I’ve been catching up on my dvr, watching movies, and sleeping off and on. And today I actually took a shower - whee! I guess I’ll watch all the Super Bowl things tomorrow to bide my time then see how I feel on Monday. I don’t plan to work since the key to healing is rest, but I may have to do a couple of things remotely. I will test again on Tuesday to see if I can leave isolation or not. What a weird thing this is.
Zero stars.
Do not recommend.
Whomever you’re cheering for in the Super Bowl, I hope they win! I don’t care at all. I’m just in it for the commercials and the halftime concert. Secretly hoping Tom Holland will show up to reprise this amazingness, which I seriously can’t watch enough.
That sounds awful! I hope you are feeling better day by day.