It’s just a spring co–VID????

Yeah, you see it right. COVID. That’s soooooooo 2020!

But it happened to me anyway.

I suspect the critter found me on the train coming home from visiting my sister. I would have highly recommended train travel until I woke up four days later feeling like my sinuses were about to explode. My throat hurt, felt scratchy…Yup, a cold for sure.

But this felt different somehow. My lips tasted like a salt lick. I was so tired, so lethargic. Day by day it just wasn’t getting better so by Thursday, 8 days after my train ride, I gave in and went to the doctor.

Now, if you know me, you know I have to be pretty darned sick to voluntarily seek medical help. The NP prescribed antibiotics and said. “Would you like me to check for flu or COVID?”

“Why not?” I answered with a cavalier shrug.

I bet that little COVID virus was laughing its spiky, highly contagious ass off.

At the pharmacy, expecting to pick up one prescription, they said. “The antibiotic is ready, but we have to order the Paxlovid.

PAXLOVID??? P-A-X-L-O-V-I-D?????????

ummmmmmm, okay?

Long story short, they never did get the Paxlovid and I’m kind of glad–rumor is it costs $1500-2000 for a 5-day prescription. So I’ve been riding it out. Two weeks since my first symptoms, I am most likely clear of the virus, but I still feel like I need a nap, I still have no energy, and everything I eat tastes like the cook added a few extra tablespoons of salt. Yuck! Between staying up to date on COVID boosters and the fact that the newer variations are supposedly less severe, I suppose I got off lucky. I’ve been sleeping in the spare bedroom and avoiding Charlie, thank goodness he’s tested negative. Back to our bedroom tonight: I look forward to a good night’s sleep with Charlie next to me and the puppy dogs hogging all my leg room.

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