Life of Wry

Been outa the blog scene for a few weeks (I hate that, and miss it). First there was the 13-day trip to the PNW (which I’ll be back-blogging soon). That was followed by a bout of COVID… a bout I’m very much still in the throes of.

We got back from our trip on Sunday night. Jim had started sensing some cold symptoms forming on Saturday, but nothing big.. he gave it a few days and tested on Wednesday. Bright test line: COVID. Started Paxlovid that night.

I started to feel terrible Tuesday, so also tested Wednesday: nada. Prob too early, not a critical mass of viral load.

Was miserable all day Wednesday, though, and retested on Thursday (yesterday). That is one faint test line.. but faint qualifies. So now I’m on Paxlovid, too. Jim has remained largely asymptomatic, while I’m having the full, immersive experience. Go big or go home. The works. The whole enchilada. In for a penny in for a pound: fever, chills, aches, fatigue, sore throat, headache, chesty chest.

Canceling stuff right and left. By today, though, most of the symptoms have eased, so I’m feeling a bit better. What remains are fatigue and goop in the chest. Eager to be on other side of this Pax-induced metallic taste thing.

Notable: we’d gotten the flu and COVID vaccines prior to leaving on Sept 16. Hm. Grateful the virus held off until we got home.