It took three years of being in a pandemic…

…but I finally tested positive for COVID on Monday, which really wasn’t that surprising, to be honest.

I was prescribed Paxlovid as soon as my primary care physician found out, and sometimes the cure is worse than the disease. I’ve been oscillating through symptoms of something with each dose. My goal is to get the full five days worth of it taken so that I don’t continue to be infectious to other household members, but if it gets to the point that I am completely debilitated by taking Paxlovid, tougher decisions will have to be made. First there was the fever. Then came the nausea. The fever decided to come back. And now there’s the weakness, which I really hope goes away. If there are two things I can’t stand, it’s nausea and weakness that is not made better by napping or sleeping. It makes “Paxlovid mouth” pale in comparison, because I mean… there’s Topamax, which also alters how you perceive taste. So I’m kind of used to that already. Weakness not made better by rest is something else though, and something completely different. I would not wish this on anyone. I’m just hoping that the worst of these symptoms clear up soon. …really soon.

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