“Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Cackle maniacally like a swamp witch and people back away slowly.” ~ Unknown
After three years, it finally caught me. On the one hand, I feel like a failure. On the other hand, I’m relieved to get it over with. I tested negative when I got up yesterday, but as the day went on, I felt worse, hence last night’s temp. Had a fever and chills throughout the night and into the morning. I saw the doctor as soon as I could and was offered Paxlovid, but only just (my HBP did it). I declined. I was told it’s not FDA-approved for everyone yet because it has only been tested on high-risk populations, it comes with some nasty side effects, and, worst of all, Covid tends to rebound as soon as the course is finished. Doesn’t help that it’s tough on ye ‘ol liver and kidneys. I have friends who have had excellent results with Paxlovid, but they also didn’t have any side effects from the vaccine, unlike yours truly, who has had side effects with every shot. So, here I am, in quarantine through Thursday during one of the busiest work weeks of my schedule, toughing it out with Tylenol, Nurse Pogo, and Shero’s home-cooking back-door delivery. I’m pretty sure her pot roast will make me right as rain come sun up, although I sound very much like a maniacal swamp witch right now.
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