Mathilda, recently vaccinated, caught Da 'Rona one week, and rebounded within 48 hours. Beatrice, who is too young for a vaccine, caught it the next week. She is on day 9 and is finally recovering. Across those two weeks, I took four Covid antigen home tests, scoring a negative each time. But when I woke up this Saturday morning, the first thing I thought was, I have Covid. Sure enough, fifth time's the charm.
I welcomed the booster five weeks ago, so I think it's helping me avoid the scary stuff. Mostly, the virus has been a sinus fucker. It's been almost three years since I had a real head cold, so I'm a bit out of practice with this whole under-the-weather thing. Not sure if these symptoms have become the worst "cold" I've ever had, or if colds were always this gross. [Update: This ain't no cold.]
I had a very fun whisky post scheduled for today, but it's going to have to wait. My sense of taste (LOL, because Covid makes this so much funnier) hasn't abandoned me entirely, but I'm not going to poison my immune system since it's fighting the Battle of Stalingrad right now.
To everyone out there, please make good choices, not just for you and your family, but for everyone else. Not all of us will be so lucky to write a blog post about this.