Better Maybe…Maybe Not
Day 6 was like the groundhogs day of day 5. A slight fever. Some more aches. And a lot of being exhausted.
Two more doses of three horse pills each. A lot of fluid and a lot of downtime. Read and sleep. Cough and ache. Sweat and shiver. In bed. In a chair. A little of this and not a lot of anything. A sort of brain fog makes everything a bit slower, but oxygen saturation is still good and my wife hasn’t run to safer ground. So all is good.
As I look over the changing tide of covid around me through data and news reports, it is clear the next ripple is upon us. I pray it just laps at the shores of our souls and does not become another wave. I fear that with fewer boosters being administered, the prior vaccines’ effectiveness and a large number of unvaccinated people will lead to another wave. But even if so, I think that it will be less of a deadly wave than any before.
Today I will miss my grandson’s second birthday party. Given the fact I still have a low-grade fever and other symptoms, I feel it is safer for all else who attend that I not. However, I will get to participate via Duo to a degree. It won’t be the same, but I know it will still be good. He is such a great little man and loves his PaPa – my greatest gig yet.
So although I am still sick, I am ok and everything seems to be steady. I am now just getting impatient to return to the land of the living. And praying that at the end of the medicine and this illness this awful taste in my mouth will go away.
For now, as always, I choose joy. I pray that everyone else makes that same choice, at least for one day.
Note: also posted at Covid with Lime.