Covid Chrinicles Day 11, Update 1.1

Covid 19: Day 11, Update 1.1

I thought I had turned the corner the last 2 days.

Apparently it was a wrong turn and into oncoming traffic. 

Anyone get the number of the bus that hit me last night?

Cough & chest congestion yesterday late afternoon into the evening. Fever & chills also came back last night, uninvited I might add, after a week's absence. Restless "sleep." Uncomfortable sinus pressure & headache all night. 

Soft good news: O2 levels still stable. Cough & congestion minimal as of 10am. Temp @ 98.8 without OTC meds.

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