And let the Aches Begin
More tired. Slept eight full hours – generic version of nyquil induced. Got up and stumbled around a bit feeling worse. Back to bed and slept another couple of hours. Awake again, at least my eyes are open. My brain seems to work in fits and starts, but at least I can still manage a few words here. Maybe after I’m fully awake without brain freeze, I won’t be too embarrassed about what I write.
First fever this morning. Not much. 98.9. Since I generally run in the mid 97s, this seems like a firestorm to me. Tylenol and we’ll see from there.
Fourth of ten doses of Paxlovid in me now. Three horse pills per dose. Just swallowing them is a feat, but I did manage to do it. They seem to cause a weird taste in my mouth. Good thing I’m in isolation. I don’t think my wife would like to kiss me right now. Fortunately, most times she still does. Quite a feat after almost forty-five years. She does still qualify for sainthood.
The goal today will be quite simple. Weather the storm. Keep hydrated. Sleep. With my brain the way it is that is about all I will be able to do. But maybe later – we’ll see. Maybe later watch a little sports and mindless tv. I should be writing other things. But unless my brain is more creative on covid, I think it would be a waste of time.
But for now as always……
Choose joy and stay safe and well.
Note: also posted at Covid with Lime.