The Great Covid Saga, Part II
We had a week of Covid-free bliss. Also, the pain from my biopsy finally stopped, and the news came back that it didn't find any new/spreading cancer tumors. It was nice.
Then Darwin got sick again on Friday. It started with coughing and sneezing, then feeling run-down. The symptoms worsened quickly. We worried it was a cold, and I wondered if =I= would catch it, too. It takes me more than a week to get over a cold anymore, and I don't have enough sick days left at work to handle that. A thought occurred to me, though, and I asked Darwin to take a Covid test. He did.
Positive.
The hell? I did some reading and discovered I was ignorant of one facet of Covid: the rebound. Some people get over the virus, and then a few days later, they come down with it again. It used to be associated with taking Paxlovid, but that idea has been disproven. It's just Covid being a bitch. I had no symptoms myself, but took a test anyway. Negative. Okay, then. If the blogging community will allow me to be a bit self-centered on my own blog for a moment, I'll say I was very relieved. Cold or Covid--I still don't have the sick days. Anyway, I got Covid first and got over it first, so if we were both going to rebound, it seems like I would've done it first.
Saturday morning, I took Darwin to urgent care, only to learn that they can't/won't treat rebound Covid, and you can't go on Paxlovid again so soon after coming off it. There was nothing to do.
I took Darwin back home and put him to bed. We were low on meds, so I went to the store and bought a big pile of cold and flu stuff, along with various you're-sick-you-get-treats foods. Darwin dosed himself with NyQuil and conked out on the bed for most of the day. I sat with him and wrote on my new laptop and delivered food and meds to him as necessary. By evening, he'd lost his sense of taste and smell and developed a high fever, which we dosed hard. He coughed almost continuously until I got some cough medicine into him. I was worried we might have to take him to the hospital. He took more NyQuil and we went to bed.
This morning, he's markedly improved, though still sick. Coughing and run down, mostly. Another Covid test came up positive. I took one. Still negative.
Darwin's parked on the bed again, dozing. Hopefully this saga will end today.
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Then Darwin got sick again on Friday. It started with coughing and sneezing, then feeling run-down. The symptoms worsened quickly. We worried it was a cold, and I wondered if =I= would catch it, too. It takes me more than a week to get over a cold anymore, and I don't have enough sick days left at work to handle that. A thought occurred to me, though, and I asked Darwin to take a Covid test. He did.
Positive.
The hell? I did some reading and discovered I was ignorant of one facet of Covid: the rebound. Some people get over the virus, and then a few days later, they come down with it again. It used to be associated with taking Paxlovid, but that idea has been disproven. It's just Covid being a bitch. I had no symptoms myself, but took a test anyway. Negative. Okay, then. If the blogging community will allow me to be a bit self-centered on my own blog for a moment, I'll say I was very relieved. Cold or Covid--I still don't have the sick days. Anyway, I got Covid first and got over it first, so if we were both going to rebound, it seems like I would've done it first.
Saturday morning, I took Darwin to urgent care, only to learn that they can't/won't treat rebound Covid, and you can't go on Paxlovid again so soon after coming off it. There was nothing to do.
I took Darwin back home and put him to bed. We were low on meds, so I went to the store and bought a big pile of cold and flu stuff, along with various you're-sick-you-get-treats foods. Darwin dosed himself with NyQuil and conked out on the bed for most of the day. I sat with him and wrote on my new laptop and delivered food and meds to him as necessary. By evening, he'd lost his sense of taste and smell and developed a high fever, which we dosed hard. He coughed almost continuously until I got some cough medicine into him. I was worried we might have to take him to the hospital. He took more NyQuil and we went to bed.
This morning, he's markedly improved, though still sick. Coughing and run down, mostly. Another Covid test came up positive. I took one. Still negative.
Darwin's parked on the bed again, dozing. Hopefully this saga will end today.
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