COVID Round II
Feb. 28th, 2024 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cpostropheAs someone with pretty severe seasonal allergies and for whom allergies to my cats has also gotten worse, I sneeze a lot. I have a mediocre palette for food or wine, but my ability to detect if a sneeze is because of hayfever or cat dander or an actual cold? Unparalleled.
I've been dealing with a small headache since Friday. At the time, the cause was indeterminate. Could be changing air pressure. Could be a cold. Could be COVID. I tested anyway and was negative. There was a party that we were supposed to attend on Saturday, and I opted out of that because symptoms continued. I was still testing negative, but I didn't want to give a cold to friends.
Then I woke up on Monday with a cough, and that cough was an unfortunately familiar vintage. I took my third test and this did not waste any time in confirming that I was positive.
This COVID sequel, like many sequels, changes things to keep the story fresh. The setting is at home instead of San Francisco. So I have access to more distractions from the tedium of COVID jail. The symptoms do not hit with the sledgehammer like they once did, but they stretch themselves out like a party guest who picks a favorite corner of the house and grows roots in it for duration of the evening.
So far H has not tested positive, but she's working from home to stay isolated until I test negative. The cats are being cats. This doesn't have the same dread or anxiety that came with being worried about giving my dad COVID, but it's more annoyance and some abstract worries about my asthma. Said asthma also qualified me for Paxlovid, which hopefully will be helpful and thankfully has not given me the "Paxlovid Mouth" problem that others have had.
I guess that's also one thing to be grateful for. My breathing and cardio may suffer again, but at least both rounds of COVID have not robbed me of my sense of taste or smell. There's a bean and kale soup simmering on the stove, and that's also something else that takes my mind off the tedium.
I've been dealing with a small headache since Friday. At the time, the cause was indeterminate. Could be changing air pressure. Could be a cold. Could be COVID. I tested anyway and was negative. There was a party that we were supposed to attend on Saturday, and I opted out of that because symptoms continued. I was still testing negative, but I didn't want to give a cold to friends.
Then I woke up on Monday with a cough, and that cough was an unfortunately familiar vintage. I took my third test and this did not waste any time in confirming that I was positive.
This COVID sequel, like many sequels, changes things to keep the story fresh. The setting is at home instead of San Francisco. So I have access to more distractions from the tedium of COVID jail. The symptoms do not hit with the sledgehammer like they once did, but they stretch themselves out like a party guest who picks a favorite corner of the house and grows roots in it for duration of the evening.
So far H has not tested positive, but she's working from home to stay isolated until I test negative. The cats are being cats. This doesn't have the same dread or anxiety that came with being worried about giving my dad COVID, but it's more annoyance and some abstract worries about my asthma. Said asthma also qualified me for Paxlovid, which hopefully will be helpful and thankfully has not given me the "Paxlovid Mouth" problem that others have had.
I guess that's also one thing to be grateful for. My breathing and cardio may suffer again, but at least both rounds of COVID have not robbed me of my sense of taste or smell. There's a bean and kale soup simmering on the stove, and that's also something else that takes my mind off the tedium.
