Status update, day eight
Jan. 14th, 2024 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brin_bellway[strong cw: illness]
(edit: part 2)
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Man, is it really Day 8 already? Feels like it should be, like, Friday maybe, not Sunday. I guess maybe that's what sleeping 10 - 12 hours/day gets you.
(And yeah, I'm counting from last Sunday: it wasn't until bedtime that I knew something was Wrong, but there *were* symptoms throughout the day on Sunday, just mild enough that it was easy to mistake them for random noise.
(Did you know I worked seven hours that day? Public-facing for most of it? God. I'm glad I was wearing good anti-egress, even if my deteoriating prodromal body really did not handle the humidity of a valveless respirator well at all.))
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I woke up on Wednesday morning and my first thought was "Holy shit, I feel so much better."
The burning was gone. The muscle aches were gone.
...then that afternoon I made the mistake of trying to wash an entire batch of dishes in one go, and had to lie down on the kitchen floor until the lightheadedness and chest pain went away.
Things have been *mostly* the same since then. The thresholds are getting gradually higher: I've managed not to have another lightheadedness incident, even with washing *two* batches of dishes on Saturday. I've been a little mucus-y, but not that much. I haven't taken any meds in days, though I'm considering some guaifenesin. I woke up at 2:15 AM this morning with my first coughing fit (I've had a fair number of individual coughs, but no prior fits).
I'm tentatively leaning towards returning downstairs tomorrow: still taking things pretty easy, but from the couch and not my bed.
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Aren't anosmia and ageusia supposed to hit either early or not at all? You always hear about that being a *harbinger* of COVID.
No, it's not me (yet?): my tastebuds are a *bit* off still, but I can smell fine and taste most things. Mom, however, lost her senses of smell and taste on day *seven*, which is fucking weird timing.
It's her birthday tomorrow. We were going to take advantage of birthday coupons to order her some special food, but now it's looking like she won't be able to taste it. :(
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My dad's birthday was earlier in the week. He's nearly asymptomatic.
It's weird interacting with people who have the same disease you do, contamination-sense-wise. We gathered around my parents' bed and sang "Happy Birthday" to him, and our breaths mixed in the air, all alike.
(I joked that we could stand behind the air purifier and sing directly into the intake, but didn't actually do it.)
(edit: part 2)
---
Man, is it really Day 8 already? Feels like it should be, like, Friday maybe, not Sunday. I guess maybe that's what sleeping 10 - 12 hours/day gets you.
(And yeah, I'm counting from last Sunday: it wasn't until bedtime that I knew something was Wrong, but there *were* symptoms throughout the day on Sunday, just mild enough that it was easy to mistake them for random noise.
(Did you know I worked seven hours that day? Public-facing for most of it? God. I'm glad I was wearing good anti-egress, even if my deteoriating prodromal body really did not handle the humidity of a valveless respirator well at all.))
---
I woke up on Wednesday morning and my first thought was "Holy shit, I feel so much better."
The burning was gone. The muscle aches were gone.
...then that afternoon I made the mistake of trying to wash an entire batch of dishes in one go, and had to lie down on the kitchen floor until the lightheadedness and chest pain went away.
Things have been *mostly* the same since then. The thresholds are getting gradually higher: I've managed not to have another lightheadedness incident, even with washing *two* batches of dishes on Saturday. I've been a little mucus-y, but not that much. I haven't taken any meds in days, though I'm considering some guaifenesin. I woke up at 2:15 AM this morning with my first coughing fit (I've had a fair number of individual coughs, but no prior fits).
I'm tentatively leaning towards returning downstairs tomorrow: still taking things pretty easy, but from the couch and not my bed.
---
Aren't anosmia and ageusia supposed to hit either early or not at all? You always hear about that being a *harbinger* of COVID.
No, it's not me (yet?): my tastebuds are a *bit* off still, but I can smell fine and taste most things. Mom, however, lost her senses of smell and taste on day *seven*, which is fucking weird timing.
It's her birthday tomorrow. We were going to take advantage of birthday coupons to order her some special food, but now it's looking like she won't be able to taste it. :(
---
My dad's birthday was earlier in the week. He's nearly asymptomatic.
It's weird interacting with people who have the same disease you do, contamination-sense-wise. We gathered around my parents' bed and sang "Happy Birthday" to him, and our breaths mixed in the air, all alike.
(I joked that we could stand behind the air purifier and sing directly into the intake, but didn't actually do it.)
