CricketDin of Bliss
May. 5th, 2022 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI slept heavily, between wake-ups, and felt a little better earlier today. Now that night has fallen, I feel like crap again--the fever and pain are back. Meh. By googling things--as one does, even while participating in a minor way in a historic catastrophe--I have determined to my own satisfaction that I have the new variant, BA.2. Normally, even when I have the flu, I have moments of lucidity when I acquire enough energy from the drained battery to get up and do something. Not this time. This thing does a number on my brain. I feel as if I could just drift away and fall into a stupor at any minute. One should not operate heavy machinery while having covid.
By means of a tiresome number of phone calls and emails, I have prevailed on the local health care system to give me some molnupiravir (hope I spelled that right), an antiviral. So I'm doing what I can. It hasn't had time to help me yet. Once again I'm going to voice my complaint that I don't see how an elderly or severely ill person could possibly navigate any of these processes. My friend Janice, for instance. There's no way a person with real issues could handle all the tasks that have been dumped onto the patient. People need help!
The Sparrowhawk has brought me a lovely bunch of tulips to cheer me up. They are meant for Mother's Day, but he likes to get them early. Tron and the Lumberjack sent me a box of chocolate and a card, which I'm going to save for the day. I can't eat anything right now, but it will be a nice treat to look forward to.
By means of a tiresome number of phone calls and emails, I have prevailed on the local health care system to give me some molnupiravir (hope I spelled that right), an antiviral. So I'm doing what I can. It hasn't had time to help me yet. Once again I'm going to voice my complaint that I don't see how an elderly or severely ill person could possibly navigate any of these processes. My friend Janice, for instance. There's no way a person with real issues could handle all the tasks that have been dumped onto the patient. People need help!
The Sparrowhawk has brought me a lovely bunch of tulips to cheer me up. They are meant for Mother's Day, but he likes to get them early. Tron and the Lumberjack sent me a box of chocolate and a card, which I'm going to save for the day. I can't eat anything right now, but it will be a nice treat to look forward to.
