Kind of a quiet week besides the massive comeback by the Niners to take down my Rams, the winning of the NFC West by the Rams despite that, the Wild Card Weekend of the playoffs kicking off today, voting rights taking a big hit, and – oh yeah – I got Covid.
I suppose I could talk a bit more about the Rams, or the sinking Biden-presidency numbers, but I’m sure that last part is the most pertinent one.
Yeah, I finally got bit.
On Monday, in the afternoon, I had one of those sore throats that could be the beginning of a head cold or could be the need for a beer after the sting of that Sunday loss to the hated 49ers set in. I honestly didn’t know. Often, I’ll feel I’m getting sick, I’ll have a few beers, I’ll sleep, and I’ll wake up a-ok.
I didn’t wake up a-ok on Tuesday.
By Tuesday afternoon I was certain, Tommy had a head cold.
No problem. Nyquil. Rest. Back at it Wednesday, right?
Well, Wednesday something did not feel right so for shits and giggles I dropped a thermometer under the tongue in the morning before work and read the results.
101.5, said the thing.
I tried it again and the result was the same. I had a fever. I’m taking a day. For further shits and giggles I went and got that home test I bought back whenever and popped open the box and read the directions. Easy peasy. I can do this. Less than twenty minutes later I read the results. “Look closely,” it said, “the second line might be really faint, but any indication of a pink second line is a sure sign you are infected with Covid-19.”
The second line was iridescent pink. Almost blindingly so.
Shoot, Tom said, quickly scouring the internet – and quizzing friends in the business – about the reliability of said test. The indications were apparent: they can be mostly accurate if you have no symptoms. Probably you can trust them. If you are symptomatic bank on it. You’ve been slimed.
The rest of Wednesday was a feverish dream. Dose. Sleep. Dose. Sleep. Temp went as high as 102.1 at one point but broke to 99.5 by late afternoon. By Thursday afternoon it had broke entirely. I haven’t registered a temperature over 98 degrees since. But the exhaustion (and runny nose and slight cough) persisted. I slept all of Wednesday, most of Thursday, half of Friday.
After a shower on Friday, and a walk through the backyard scooping up dog poop, I was alarmed at how well I felt. How much energy had returned. How little remnant I still felt of Covid-19.
This is Saturday morning. I’m to be in isolation until the end of Sunday (technically, 5 days after my first real symptoms appeared), and that is weird. I feel fine today but I know I might still be contagious. I have to keep Mrs C, the MiL, and my coworkers and friends and family and strangers, safe. I’m having coffee for the first time today since Tuesday. I haven’t had a beer since Monday night.
I’m one of the lucky ones. I’m fully vaccinated and boosted, I’m in good physical health, and I’m stubborn against disease. Late last year I had a head cold for the first time since 2017, the best run of health of my half-century-plus life.
Reading online my bout with Covid was not unusual for a healthy, vaccinated person. Others have not been so lucky. Hospitals are getting overrun. Millions have died before their time.
We are some 700 days into this pandemic and the numbers this winter are as bad as the last, in some cases worse. I don’t have to tell you again what I think you should do, there is no one alive who knows me who doesn’t know what I think already. I’m just happy to report that I’m fine. I wish with all my being that those who have struggled with this, who still struggle with this at this very moment, were fine, too. I wish we could have back all that we’ve lost.
As for me, I will carry on. I will continue to mask when I need to, distance as appropriate, boost my immunity when necessary. I will continue to keep those I love safe.
I will also continue to drink beer, just as soon as I can, and to root on the Rams this Monday. I’ll keep rooting for Joe, too, come to think of it. He’s not a great president but he’s aiming down the right path. We need infrastructure. We need voting rights. We need to take better care of everyone, everywhere, together. We need to unite.
Me? I just need another coffee and maybe some Dayquil to quell the remnants.
Have a wonderful (Wildcard) weekend, my friends.