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missroserose) wrote2022-05-29 09:52 pm
missroserose) wrote2022-05-29 09:52 pm
Apparently I only ever post here when I'm sick...
The good news is (for anybody who only follows me here), I'm about 98% recovered from the ankle break/surgery/infection. I still occasionally have bad weeks or just overdo it, it gets stiff if I sit for a while, but I'm mobile and working again, and can even run a bit, albeit awkwardly.
The bad news is, after a trip to Alaska that involved a truly lovely wedding, a disproportionate amount of family drama, and (no joke) getting rear-ended, badly enough to total my mother's car, by a pickup on the way to the airport, I'm home...and COVID-positive. I strongly suspect I picked it up at the urgent care where we got Brian's x-rays done. (He was in the backseat and got the worst of the shock; Mum and I were in the front and pretty well protected. Luckily there's no sign of spinal fracture.) I overheard a couple of doctors in the hallway while he was in radiology going "It's COVID?" "Yup, it's COVID." Obviously I was masked, but, well...stories of Omicron's infectiousness have not been exaggerated, it seems.
The good news is, neither Brian nor anyone else I'd been in contact with (my mother, two folks in my polycule) are showing any symptoms; I'm crossing my fingers that their vaccinations held better. I'm isolating in the second bedroom/bathroom just in case. Poor Brian's back to having to take care of me again...luckily I'm only in here until June 2 if all goes well. (He's been commenting about how quiet the house is with his mad wife shut up in the attic. I guess he really is the sort of dude who prefers his mad wife to be all up in his business. <3)
Symptom progression so far, because keeping a record seems like a good plan:
I know, statistically, the chances of my having severe complications are infinitesimal—I have no comorbidities, I'm young(ish) and healthy, I've been triple-vaccinated. But, I mean...I used to occasionally buy lottery tickets on similar odds. Being comfortable with this kind of uncertainty is tough.
I'm just looking forward to when this is all over and I can join the ranks of the SUPER IMMUNE. :P
Update, Day Three (Monday May 30): My fever broke last night before I went to sleep, and while it probably recurred overnight (I woke up a bit sweaty), I slept right through it. I've been feeling progressively better as the day goes on; it's been eight hours since my last Advil and I have no fever, only minor congestion and an occasional cough. I've heard way too many stories of sudden reversals with this thing to breathe out entirely yet, but I'm hopeful, and super, super grateful that it doesn't seem to have reached my lungs. Fingers crossed my immune system keeps doing yeoman's work and things stay on the upswing.
Update, Day Four (Tuesday May 31): No recurrence of the fever, congestion and cough continue to improve and I haven't even needed Advil. Assuming I continue feeling better tomorrow I'm going to see if I still test positive—if not, it'd be nice to be able to snuggle with Brian again a day early.
The bad news is, after a trip to Alaska that involved a truly lovely wedding, a disproportionate amount of family drama, and (no joke) getting rear-ended, badly enough to total my mother's car, by a pickup on the way to the airport, I'm home...and COVID-positive. I strongly suspect I picked it up at the urgent care where we got Brian's x-rays done. (He was in the backseat and got the worst of the shock; Mum and I were in the front and pretty well protected. Luckily there's no sign of spinal fracture.) I overheard a couple of doctors in the hallway while he was in radiology going "It's COVID?" "Yup, it's COVID." Obviously I was masked, but, well...stories of Omicron's infectiousness have not been exaggerated, it seems.
The good news is, neither Brian nor anyone else I'd been in contact with (my mother, two folks in my polycule) are showing any symptoms; I'm crossing my fingers that their vaccinations held better. I'm isolating in the second bedroom/bathroom just in case. Poor Brian's back to having to take care of me again...luckily I'm only in here until June 2 if all goes well. (He's been commenting about how quiet the house is with his mad wife shut up in the attic. I guess he really is the sort of dude who prefers his mad wife to be all up in his business. <3)
Symptom progression so far, because keeping a record seems like a good plan:
- Day Zero (Friday May 27): Had a scratchy throat that antihistamines didn't touch; it got progressively worse as the day went on, along with a general crappy-feeling-ness.
- Day One (Saturday May 28): Lots of sneezing and sniffling, went through almost a whole box of tissues. Still more or less functional, but definitely feeling the energy hit. Felt a little warm at one point (99 degrees F) but it receded.
- Day Two (Sunday May 29): Woke up pretty congested, though the sniffling's been slowing throughout the day (thankfully for my Kleenex supply). Feeling maybe 60%-70% functional; the one time I got off the bed to try and raise my heart rate, though, I rapidly wished I hadn't done that. (My smartwatch is just going to have to chastise me, it seems.) Around 8:30 I got a proper fever (over 100 degrees F) and took Advil. It spiked around 10:10 at 100.8, then came down; it's hovering around 100.1-100.3 for now.
I know, statistically, the chances of my having severe complications are infinitesimal—I have no comorbidities, I'm young(ish) and healthy, I've been triple-vaccinated. But, I mean...I used to occasionally buy lottery tickets on similar odds. Being comfortable with this kind of uncertainty is tough.
I'm just looking forward to when this is all over and I can join the ranks of the SUPER IMMUNE. :P
Update, Day Three (Monday May 30): My fever broke last night before I went to sleep, and while it probably recurred overnight (I woke up a bit sweaty), I slept right through it. I've been feeling progressively better as the day goes on; it's been eight hours since my last Advil and I have no fever, only minor congestion and an occasional cough. I've heard way too many stories of sudden reversals with this thing to breathe out entirely yet, but I'm hopeful, and super, super grateful that it doesn't seem to have reached my lungs. Fingers crossed my immune system keeps doing yeoman's work and things stay on the upswing.
Update, Day Four (Tuesday May 31): No recurrence of the fever, congestion and cough continue to improve and I haven't even needed Advil. Assuming I continue feeling better tomorrow I'm going to see if I still test positive—if not, it'd be nice to be able to snuggle with Brian again a day early.