Covid-19: Day 10 update

Covid-19: Day 10 update

Today's update is brought to you by Suave shampoo. Live life: lather, rinse & repeat. Use Suave.

Seemed fitting for a theme because it's more of the same. I felt good this morning. Most symptoms have dissipated. Last day of the scripts - I'll be glad to be done with the 'roids. Maybe I'll finally sleep more than 2-4 hours. OTC stuff continues. 

 The head thing is still frustrating. You know the "disconnected" feeling from high-power decongestants that make you feel like your head is floating about 18" above your body, lightheaded, dizzy, and not quite able to walk a perfect straight line? Not drunk or dangerous, just, well, weird? That's my sensation. It's not "weak," per se. Just a strange feeling. I don't like it. Fine motor skills seem a little off, too. Typing this isn't bad, but I tried to hand-write a thank you note and it wasn't smooth and fluid; almost jerky. I had to concentrate to get some letters to flow into others. That's really weird; it felt like low blood sugar (if you've ever experienced that before), but I'm not diabetic. I've noticed slightly blurry vision as well. I'm wondering if the sinus pressure I feel is causing, or at least related, to that. My nose is slightly less stuffy, and my voice is better. I had some serious three days of late-night, hard-core bourbon-laced jazz singer huskyness going on the past few days.  I don't think I could handle leading a full worship service without needing a turbocharger for the voicebox. 

Went to town early and did a HEB Curbside pickup (totally contactless, by the way) and back home. Did a few light chores - laundry, etc. - that needed doing. There is a private baptism at church today that I was not comfortable officiating, but I set things up and sanitized & prepped for it after lunch. That 30 minutes of work drained me. I flopped on the couch and just melted after. Thanks to Pastor Aschenbeck from Grace for officiating in my absence and Seda for being present to assist with anything I missed. Among a lot of good people here at Zion, she's tops in my book. Adding one more kudos, I also need to thank David Miller for leading worship in my absence. It's helpful knowing he's an excellent churchman. 

My taste is coming back - not full-power, yet, but I can taste and smell foods... at least as a shadow of promised flavors to appear from the shadows. Plato's Allegory of the Cave, Covid version. Look it up if you're curious. Or perhaps more of a study in Schroedinger's Cat. Live or Memorex? Inquiring minds and tastebuds w at to know.  Hmm...I'll have to contemplate one vis a vis the other. 

Laura's got the cough going pretty good. No fever yet. She's stressing, how to be sick, quarantine and teach at the same time. I told her to pick two of three but Covid already made its choices for her. Junior is fine with this. Far as he's concerned, this is bonus X-box time before he returns to class in a few weeks. Megan alternates between frustrated (and I understand!) and begrudging acceptance. She got her room clean and has plenty of time for her own online classes to start, but she's missing work...friends...interaction with her zoo critters whom she dearly loves. 

Well, this has gone long enough. Be well. Do good work. Stay at least 6 feet away and wear a mask. 

So, remember friends - when life is stinky and sweaty, chose Suave. Live life: lather, rinse, repeat. And chose Suave. 

By the way, thats a great baptismal reminder as well. When life is hard, remember your baptism. Repeat the remembrance often.

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