This is going to be short, but not so sweet.
I found out yesterday the I tested positive for COVID.
This wasn’t what I was expecting, but here we are.
I went into the Emergency Room expecting a diagnosis of bronchitis since I get it this time every year. Not all the symptoms were the same, but it was close enough.
I had a fever that fluctuated from 98 to 102,
I had a wonderful cough, (or maybe not so wonderful.)
I was drained and always tired,
But there were differences too. I also had muscle aches like I get with the flu, and I didn’t have the stuffy head and sinuses I normally get.
I was sent tested and finally, after my Oxegin levels were stable, I was sent home with Prednisone and Tessalon Perles for my cough.
My cough started to tapering down, but I’m still as exhausted as ever… maybe more so.
In many ways, I would rather have this than a head cold.
I hate head colds.
But I don’t like this worn-out feeling either.
Am I worried about this? No, not really.
I have asthma, which I hear can be a complication, but since my cough is going away, I don’t think it will be an issue. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what happens.
I can say that this is nothing like the epidemic of the Spanish Flu.
I can say it’s worse than the flu… in some ways. I was never this drained with the flu, but I don’t have the nausea either.
Right now, all I want to do is go to bed…
so I will.