Covid Chronicles Day 5

Covid-19, Day 5. Update

I count Thursday, Test Confirmation Day, as day 1. 

Lost my sense of smell and taste this morning. Come to think of it, it was already not quite right last night. I digress. It's strange...my coffee just tasted bitter, not "coffee" at all. Even ate a couple beans, dry, to confirm: nada. For lunch I had leftover meatloaf with a BBQ sauce glaze. I had a zesty, vinegar sensation but not the sweet/spicy kick. Water tastes metallic...and, for the record, thats in a plastic cup. 

I wanted to test something stronger...bourbon! Maybe that would punch through with it's smokiness and various notes. Nope. Just a flat non-taste with a hint of sweet that strangely didn't have much of an alcohol sensation (bear in mind...this was a sip, maybe a teaspoon, just for taste test purposes, and not a "drink"). 

What I taste isn't a true taste - it's like a memory, a tease of a taste that triggers the different sense areas of the tongue. So, it's a plain, one-dimension experience, generic and uninspiring. 

My head is a bit snuffle-uppagussy today. Kids of the 70s and 80s who grew up on Sesame Street will appreciate the old reference to our big, fuzzy friend. Perhaps this is part of the taste thing. My cough is still mild but...ahem...more productive. Doc said that's good; gets rid of the gunk. Great...

Also, I'm more tired today than the previous day's. Still not sleeping well, so it's a fair question if my body is fatigued from fighting the virus or from exhaustion. Can't say. I blame the 'roids. I feel like I could just conk out but when I close my eyes by brain will not power down. My thoughts aren't bad, just disjointed and constant, a stream-of-consciousness that would bumfuzzle a psychologist, I'm sure. 

Finally, the worst part is just sitting. I read for a while, but then I get sleepy or bored. TV is meh. So glad we have, combined, 3 streaming services to be able to chose nothing more than once. I want to go out to the shop - might as well get something done! - but I don't want to risk power tools or sharp edges feeling like this (see above). 

So, I guess I'll try to doze a bit now that FedEx has gone. Reese alerts when someone comes to the door. Good thing I don't have any stomach symptoms...could have been a disaster.

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