Elderberry of Flourish
Aug. 30th, 2023 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThis is the third time I've officially had covid. I suspect that I've had it at least once more, but because tests are unreliable etc. I'll never know. The first time was May 2022. I also had it in May of this year, and now--only three months later! How unfair is that? The first time was a little scary because I didn't know what to expect, and because I had a fever for a couple of days and things seemed a wee bit hallucinatory. I took some molnupiravir, because that's what was offered me. It seemed to help, and was reassuring, but I don't think I was ever really at risk of developing a severe case. When I had it in May, it wasn't that bad, and I didn't bother to request an antiviral, because I figured by the time I got some, I'd be over it. My current case is sort of medium, in between the two. I don't think I'll bother about the Paxlovid this time either. Meh. I have a cough that is disagreeable because it keeps me from sleeping. It's currently aggravated by a powerful reek of skunk that is wafting through the open windows. Faugh.
Perhaps I should belatedly issue a content warning that this whole post will probably be about covid, because I don't have much else to talk about right now. I tried to call Madame yesterday to warn her that I wouldn't be coming to see her today. She didn't pick up. I sent her a text, but got no reply. I also texted Mademoiselle so she'd know what the story was, and learned from her that she and her mom have an appointment next week at a retirement community for Madame to be assessed for her care needs. Fingers crossed. I FaceTimed Madame again today. She said she didn't have her hearing aids in, and that she would call me back, which she did not do--but she did get the message that I wasn't coming. I didn't want her pottering about at the end of her driveway expecting me to show up.
I spent last night in a dream state where my body was like some satrapy of a vast colonial empire, and I was oppressed by various alien bureaucracies. The line for obtaining an oxygen permit, for example, was unconscionably long. I had a lot of mutinous thoughts, but I felt it would be better to get past the current crisis before initiating any rash action.
Perhaps I should belatedly issue a content warning that this whole post will probably be about covid, because I don't have much else to talk about right now. I tried to call Madame yesterday to warn her that I wouldn't be coming to see her today. She didn't pick up. I sent her a text, but got no reply. I also texted Mademoiselle so she'd know what the story was, and learned from her that she and her mom have an appointment next week at a retirement community for Madame to be assessed for her care needs. Fingers crossed. I FaceTimed Madame again today. She said she didn't have her hearing aids in, and that she would call me back, which she did not do--but she did get the message that I wasn't coming. I didn't want her pottering about at the end of her driveway expecting me to show up.
I spent last night in a dream state where my body was like some satrapy of a vast colonial empire, and I was oppressed by various alien bureaucracies. The line for obtaining an oxygen permit, for example, was unconscionably long. I had a lot of mutinous thoughts, but I felt it would be better to get past the current crisis before initiating any rash action.
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Date: 2023-08-31 11:57 am (UTC)