Covid 19 Day 6

Covid-19, Day 6. Update

If I needed to describe this today, I would call it a moderate cold. My nose and sinuses feel stuffy. The light, nagging cough was there this AM, but some totally tasteless hot tea (or was it coffee, water, or soup? My tongue will never tell...) and the prescription cough pearls knocked it out. I added Vitamin C today - found the missing bottle! - so I literally had a whole handful of pill salad. Two prescriptions are done - the anti inflammatory and the anti-viral - but I continue the steroid, baby aspirin, Zinc and Vitamin C. The doc recommended Pepcid and I feel why: Sour stomach. 

My biggest complaints are dizziness, which I am contributing to the stuffed head (I suspect it's in the ear, too, which as you know impacts dizziness. So does Jazz music: see Gillespie, Dizzy. But, I digress...) and fatigue. I took Reese, the wonder dog who does wonders, outside earlier before lunch. A couple of lizzards scurried by and when I whipped my head around to confirm it was not snakes in the bushes, the yard kept turning after I ceased. Interesting sensation. I'll take a hard pass on the tilt-a-whirl next time at the Fair. With ears that are messed up, my already dull-as-a-flat-penny hearing is even worse. I need a Tshirt that says, "Huh?" or maybe one of those foam hands held out in a stop motion and says, "Wait...just say it again." 

Lunch was two corn dogs, microwaved, dipped in ketchup and mustard, a handful of potato chips and a cup of ice water. Best corn dogs I've ever had. Laura pointed out that was only because I couldn't taste them. One does not invalidate the other, I said. Water still tastes bad; to be more accurate, funny...metallic, I guess, like eating from a cheap spoon. So I don't really taste the food but the sensations. Remember the zones of the tongue? So, things that should be sweet, like an Oreo for example, tastes only like flat sugar, not chocolate. Ketchup isn't tomatoey but acidic. Peanut butter isn't really anything. And nothing smells. I miss my coffee. So does TXDOT - they buy my leftovers each morning for road patch. I'm costing them a fortune on oil based products instead of my homeopathic road repair. 

Fatigue...I mentioned it earlier. You thought I forgot. Just taking things in order. Getting there. After lunch I kicked back and took a nap on the couch. I don't nap except for Sunday's after church. Today I gave up and gave in. Popped my ear buds in and turned on some white noise and closed my eyes for an hour. Not the deepest sleep I've ever had but I felt some better waking up. I was getting hot flashes - no fever, though. Haven't had fever since last Friday - and maybe that is what woke me up. Just a little bit of body sweat - gross, sorry - to dampen the mood, so to speak. I'm a sweat-hog anyway, but usually I have to do something. This is sitting still, breathing. Boy, I guess I am out of shape.

I read a post yesterday on FB where someone was describing how treatments have changed since February and March. Since then, early and aggressive drug regimens seem to be making a big difference. I am appreciative of and humbled by those who worked to diligently to figure out these combinations that are working wonders. The docs and nurses are fighting a yoeman's battle. God, give them strength, wisdom and knowledge. And grace...grace to endure. 

So, thats about it for today. Stuffy head, Dizzy Gillespie, microwaved corn dogs, and wierd water. Oh, and a nap.

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