Me, Covid?

Not Me

My husband Gary and I thought we dodged the bullet. Neither one of us got COVID when it was at its peak. We received our shots, along with a booster. We were covered. Now in April of 2023 I come down with COVID? No way, not me. I never get sick. Although thinking about it my immune system was down. New dog, stressed out, bucket load of weight lost. I was not in good shape. No wonder.

Shocker

When I got sick, I tested my second day, and the result was negative. I didn’t retest until today, 7 days later. My result was positive. It was a shock to my system. I thought I had the flu. Both symptoms are similar. It started with a sore throat, the next day I was achy, had the chills, a fever, and no appetite. I slept the entire day away only getting up to take more NyQuil and laying back down. The following day was almost the same. I slept half the day, then just laid around the house. The entire week was wasted with me not feeling good. Asking my husband why I wasn’t getting over this crap because I was tired of being sick. Before this it had been at least three years since I had been sick with the flu. To say I am not a good patient is an understatement. I abhor being sick, it’s a waste of my time. Nothing gets done, the weather outside the week I was sick was beautiful. Running was not on my agenda. Gary was taking Ernie for his daily walks. Stuck in the house with my bad attitude and achy body sucked. Nobody was having any fun. Especially not me. My sleep was nonexistent. Tossing and turning the night goes by and I am getting no sleep. By Friday I thought I’d be better. I don’t ever remember being this sick for this long…. ever! Friday came and went, still sick. Surely over the weekend this crap will be gone. Nope, Monday comes, and I am still under the weather. This is what prompted another test to be taken. As I said above, I tested positive for COVID. 

Gary did not get it thank God. Being around each other 24/7 I’m surprised but delighted. Because it is miserable. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. 

It Hangs On

It will surely be another week before I start to recover. I’m into my second week of this. Fingers crossed I feel better toward the end of the week. At least the achy body and chills only lasted the first week. That was the worst part of the whole thing. Well, that and also not being able to do a dang thing except lay around the house.  I will admit I still cleaned my house and did laundry. Changed bedding, scrubbed floors, etc. forcing myself to do chores in the hopes it will chase away this sickness. It didn’t work but I do have a clean house. There is no possible way I can do nothing for an entire week. Even when I'm sick I feel the need to keep busy. The only day I did absolutely nothing was my second day of being sick. Sleep day-a rarity for me.  But, I guess that’s what COVID does to a body. Feeling lucky there was no hospital visit or being on a ventilator. Thank you, Lord.

Many people have died from being afflicted with Covid, so I feel lucky indeed. My immune system is not normally compromised so I got caught off guard. Now, I am ready to be done with this, put it behind me and get on with my life. If only my body would compromise. Let’s get on the same page and start moving forward. 

Thank God for the Hot Tub

One thing I did on a daily basis was sit in the hot tub-very therapeutic. Especially that first week. It soothed my achy body, I no longer ached while soaking up the heated water. As soon as I got out though my achiness returned with a vengeance. It was nice while it lasted though. Thank God for our hot tub. It’s really the only thing I did. I did drink a ton of green tea, and I do not like green tea. But it felt good on my throat. Eating the first week was not an option. Nothing smelled good, nor did it taste good. Minimal food but a ton of liquids. I’m slowly starting to incorporate food back into my system. Some things still do not appeal to me. I’m quite sure I will not be eating salad anytime too soon. I ate one that first week and it upset my stomach. I tossed and turned the entire night. Feeling as if I could vomit at any second. Now when thinking of a salad it turns my stomach. Too bad, because I love salads. 

Waiting for this week to be over. I haven’t exercised at all since I’ve been sick. I’ve also been feeling lightheaded like I’m going to pass out since this whole thing started. So, exercising is out of the question. Everything is out of the question. A slight cough and cold symptoms popped up my second week along with being lightheaded.

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I’m geared up for feeling better!  

COVID may have knocked me sideways, but I always get up.

I’m too stubborn to stay down for long!

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Adios😷

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