The Inventible… I Did Not Want This.

Sunday I awake with a massive head ache. One of those that you feel behind your eyes. When you movie your head too suddenly and it feels like your brain is crashing against your skull. The antibiotics seemed to have been working. I was finally feeling well from whatever gunk I’d had, so this was alarming. As the day progressed I began getting the chills and body aches. Not cool. Eventually I had a fever. Outlook not so good. I text my boss letting him know I was going to get COVID tested again in the morning. It’s my week to be all over campus and the last thing I want is to spread the virus.

Monday morning was a real b****. I woke at 2:44am freezing, aching and with fever. I took a handful of pills and covered up. The fever broke around 5 and I was burning up and sticky. I needed to shed my cloths. Managed to sleep for a little while, had some wild freaking dreams. Once showered and dressed it was off to get the nose swab again. I did not want to be doing this again. The swab itself was no less uncomfortable but the process was much quicker. 5 min tops. They said results anywhere from 24-48 hours.

Our house is laid out perfectly for quarantine. I would have the back and Bekah the front. I even have access to outdoors. Bekah spent the day cleaning her half. If I was to venture to that side I would mask up and sanitize. The real bummer, aside from the periodical fever/aches/ chills was that daytime TV is such a f***ing bore. Or just flat out depressing. No one laying in bed feeling like s*** needs to be watching the movie Zero Dark Thirty.

At 3:35 I received the call stating that I was indeed positive. Typical. I have been trying to do everything in my power to avoid this. Been safe have not eaten out or traveled since March. Here I end up getting it from work. I should discuss hazard pay when I contact HR tomorrow. To say the least, it’s frustrating. As Leroy would say, this is f***ing bulls***.

I might as well document, what else can I do. I need distractions. I’m not a person to sit still. Tuesday morning was horrible. Little sleep. I was either freezing or burning up and sweating. The chills came with violent convulsions. Don’t think I’ve ever had those. Which made it a little tricky to breath. And the fever dreams I had. About 3 hours of sleep. It was scary. It seems worse during the wee hours. My fever broke around 9:30 am and I made it 8 hours before it returned.

Wednesday morning. I woke up around midnight with a throbbing headache. It was so loud. As if a riot we’re going on inside my head. I was also burning up. I stripped off the sheets and all but my boxers. Tossing and turning and idea finally came through all the noise. A cold rag. Put a cold rag on my head and maybe the headache will abate. With rag on head I counted sheep for I don’t know how long. Just trying to focus on something. Eventually a melody found itself through the noise and I focused on it. It was from a Nintendo game I played often as a boy. The Legend of Zelda, to be specific. Eventually I faded. I awoke again and it was past 4. I felt rested and was able to fall back to sleep until 6.

I guess a bunch of music nerds must also conclude it’s a pretty riotous tune.

Bamlanivimab. An experimental treatment for Covid positives. My PCP got me on the list for infusion treatment. 8:30 I made my way to the hospital and began the process. I made a bloody mess. All over the floor and chair. I always have problems with IVs. They had to redo mine. It was a little weird being around all the sick people that you’ve been trying to avoid for a year and then you remember you are now one of them. I tried to sleep but really just listened to music. The drip took about 3 hours. Friends reruns. Ross cheated on Rachel. What a jerk. I guess they were on break. Hey, it helped pass the time in the plague ward.

I think making these entries is helping me keep up with what day it is. Wednesday was certainly the worst. After treatment I was spent. The entire day I was laying down. Unable to sleep. The chills wouldn’t go away in a house set at 72 and my bones hurt. Yes, my f***ing bones hurt. Good luck getting comfortable with that. I had also finally developed a cough that threatened to not stop once it began so I spent much of my day taking shallow breaths. The only time I felt good was in a hot shower, which I probably took 5.

Another night. I was in bed before 6. At some point I faded. I slept in hour intervals. 3 AM I awoke soaking wet and had to change cloths. All I have to say is that as sporadic my sleep was, at least I was getting it for the first night in 3. I had to change cloths again in the morning.

The next morning I felt like a new man. I was afraid to jinx myself even thinking I might be on the mend. I had energy, no chill or aches, no pounding head, no f***ing bones that hurt. I was actually thinking about food. What day was it? I really couldn’t remember. It felt like Tuesday when it was actually Thursday. The insanity.

One thing I enjoyed doing to combats the boredom was play old Nintendo games. Specifically, Mario Bros. It took me a little while to warm up to but like riding a bike it all came back to me. How much fun I had playing these games as a kid. Kind of brings me back to a simpler more magical time. A time where I didn’t have to worry about virus and other adult bulls***. A little Mario felt good for the soul.

Friday marked 24 hours without a fever, but my throat tickle was worse. I was not out of the woods. I was tired again. Overall though, a million bucks over how I felt Mon-Wed.

I’ll end this blog by simply saying: F*** this week!!!

Jalapeño: Nothing really to write home about this week. Maybe the first 2 meals and the I got sick.

Chorizo potato soup.