Well, shit. I have Covid and it’s kicking my butt.
I’m double vaxed and double boosted and I’m still in pretty rough shape. At least I didn’t get this before being vaccinated because I’m pretty sure it would have hospitalized and potentially killed me and my poor old lungs if I caught it pre-vax.
Last week going to Brooks Camp I was so damn careful and fully masked on the planes and on the bus tour and around everybody unless I was outside or eating at the lodge (3 meals over the five days).
I had suspicions when I woke up Monday morning at 5:30am and couldn’t breathe. But when the chills hit me after work I knew I was doomed.
Last night was a really rough night, like one of the worst I’ve ever had from a cold/flu ever. Feeling crappy now, but nothing like what I dealt with overnight.
Bug and Mew-mew slept with or near me all night.
First thing this morning I put in a call to my doctor and they’re not doing the infusion mononuclear treatment unless the INFECTED is very immune compromised, but they do have a prescription that is supposed to help me to help me feel better sooner.
Michael is also home for the next 2 weeks due to UAF requirements even though thus far he is testing negative. He is also staying downstairs unless he is helping me and when he does he is masked up. The idea of putting a mask on my very limited air intake mouth hole seems like utter hell right now so I really appreciate that he’s masking instead of me. He’s such a good guy.
Just woke up from a 4 hour nap. Tried to call the dr office to check on RX and they’re closed already. Called the pharmacy and I don’t have a prescription waiting.
I apparently am not getting my covid meds today because of the ineptitude of of my doctor’s office.
Screams, then coughs a lots.
