Oohhhhh! Covid!

I was so confused by the fact that my symptoms felt worse every day. And the stabbing sensations around my abdomen and thighs and ankles, and the sore finger bones. So I took a test to bed with me and ... Two Lines! It was Covid. Explains everything.

So there you go. The next goal was to try not to get mrguy sick. Here's what I wrote while I was in bed:

It's not as bad as the first time, but it's certainly no fun. I've had about two days of rolling around in bed. Pin pricks around my gut. My ankles have been really weak, which makes navigating the house hard. And muscle fatigue. A mantra (spoken) of "I feel so shitty". Occasionally calling out for my mama, which is sad. Then wrestling with that. I mean if I were sick, even if it was end-stage mean old mom, she'd go into mom mode and want to care for me.

I was a little pissed that for all the shivering I didn't have a fever. Until I finally warmed up and had a fever of 101.5, which felt like an acknowledgement that I truly was sick (as if the positive Covid test wasn't enough).

Day 3 after testing.

This morning I felt a lot better. I site-swapped with mrguy so that I could get my meds and get dressed. I watered in the aku room because it's gonna be warm today. Boy kitten joined me on the bed for a little cuddle while I look at fb. He purrs so loudly. And then eventually gets overstimulated and has to bite or leave or something. He's been a big help to his mama, considering how awful I've felt. BTW, I got my pills and sat down. And realized I need to go straight back to bed. I really want to go outside and prune.

Day 4 after testing.

I still would like to go outside. Motivating to do it is another matter entirely. I went upstairs this morning to take my pills and put on some clothes. By the time I came back downstairs where I've been staying I was pooped. The good news today is that many of my purchases came in the mail. I bought some Bautz'ner senft just in case of tariffs. And some smoked paprika, also. And some silvervine sticks for my little man, because they come from Asia and he loves them. And I bought a bracelet which was really beautiful.

I can't smell anything right now. Anosmia is a bummer. My sense of smell is a cherished sense. And it's important for memory. So I will actively work on this as I recover from Covid. 

Day 5 after testing

This is the first day where, after having coffee, I just rolled over and went to sleep for hours. My sinuses are clear. Fewer jabbing pains. The boy kitten curled up with me after I decided to get up. That took a while to enjoy :) In the afternoon I went outside and watered. Then I experimented with the technique I learned on Youtube for reducing the depth of a neckline on a t-shirt I like. After that I labeled all of my meds with the names of the medication on the lid (as I have done with the cat's medications for a year now). And I filled my pill dispensers. Still thinking about how to repair my favorite hawaiian shirt, but that was too complicated. And now I'm resting my eyes

Day 8 after testing

Last night I still had a tiny almost invisible line on my Covid test which means -- still positive. I was up almost all day yesterday, and that was fairly miraculous. Today I woke up and felt significantly better. Like a person with a cold, not a person with Covid. Mrguy had some technical times setting up our new wireless router (probably time to replace a piece of equipment it needed to connect to) and that made me pick up my sewing. Many hours later I stopped. I repaired a pillowcase that the boy kitten has been chewing on. And I sewed a hole in the pocket of my favorite Roos Atkins coat (and reattached its tag). Along the way I found an old t-shirt from the forklift factory that bk had helped himself to a while ago. It had a big hole in between the shoulder blades, which is probably a spot that smells a lot like me. And I found a cotton glove that was just the right size, so I did an applique of the glove over the hole. That took quite a long time, which I spent also watching Lenox Hill, which is an amazingly well-told series.

And now

It is a week and a half after I first started feeling poorly and...I had forgotten that after having Covid you have fatigue. Lots of it. Tiny but mighty is coming over in a half hour to take me on a gentle walk. I'm not really looking forward to it because of the fatigue. But happy for the company.