well...fuck

I guess it was bound to happen. A coworker was infected and during our trip together I also was infected. He didn’t know, nor did I and I don’t blame him at all, especially knowing how hard he’s fighting for his life right now. 

Me... I’m as sick as a dog but managing to stay home. My breathing is slowly getting a little laboured at times but I’m hoping now at day 7, I can start recovering. Those are the timings I’m told anyway. 

 My experience started with a cough, just an annoying dry tickle on a Thursday night. Friday afternoon I started to feel the body aches and a fever.  By Saturday morning I went for my Covid test. My partner from work had messaged me saying he tested positive and that he was hospitalized. My last message from him was that they moved him by ambulance to Brandon.  He hasn’t responded to me since.  He was apologizing for getting me sick we we last communicated. He’s a stand up guy like that. 
  I watched an update video from his wife today stating he’s in ICU on a ventilator now and all I can do is hope for her and him and their little boy. 

  My fever hasn’t stopped since Friday. It feels like a chill is on me and my joints feel packed with broken glass, I can barely move.  I usually have time to hobble to bed, take Advil and Tylenol and sleep for awhile. The fever hits and I just lay there and suffer till it abates. I have a box fan to cool me down and I burrow under the covers with moxie when the chills hit.  It’s just a constant wave of fever and chills and pain. It goes away for a bit and usually that’s when I get things done, a couple hours to feed the dog and myself, reload the water bottle and make some tea for when the chills hit. 
Rinse 
Repeat
Ad nauseum

 I consider myself lucky right now. I’m still at home and I can still breathe. Maybe that will change tomorrow but for now I’m still in the fight and avoiding hospitalization.  I fear going in will mean maybe I don’t come back out.  
Having said that, if my breathing suffers, I’m calling it.   I’m pragmatic and understand the rules of this game well enough. 

  Right now I’m laying here, cooling off from the fever sweats with some time abd a little bit of energy to try and document the horror of this damn virus.  
So I guess we are up  to speed now. I’m going to grab more Advil and Tylenol to kick back some of the ache so I can try and go eat something. Eating wonton soup was good but somehow I have no appetite.  Which is weird because I’m starving. I can feel my tummy trying to grumble. As soon as I drink a little water or eat a fruit cup or start some soup, body tells me I’m super full.   
And it’s super aggravating.  I’m tired of this fever and chills combo. I’m tired of feeling on fire. I’m tired of wondering what may happen next. Mostly I’m just tired. 

You’re in my thoughts Kris. I wish nothing but a bounce back for you, buddy.  This is my only voice right now.  
Be well.  Everyone.  

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Erin said…
Praying for you and for Kris and family. let us know if there is anything we can help with (bringing groceries, etc)
6 May 2021 at 12:50
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