My dearest teaching widower (DTW) and I have COVID. When all this mess started, I wondered why folks were so hysterical about toilet paper and paper towels. Well, we have all learned a lot about supply chains and quarantine and masks. Now my DTW and I are in the Big Boy leagues. ISOLATION. Ooh!
I feel like I have a sinus infection: achy, tired, and sluggish. I’d had the first dose of the Pfizer vaccine a couple of weeks ago, which must have helped. My DTW, on the other hand, has cancer and heart disease. To make things more interesting, he had the virus but didn’t know it. So the next day, he also got the vaccine. Now he’s had a double dose of this crud. Yikes!
My DTW is taking ALL these supplements. My system doesn’t tolerate them well, so I’m sticking with C and oil of oregano. He has lost his sense of taste, which is awful, but is still as patient and uncomplaining as ever. Me? Not so much. But neither of us has had a fever, Small victories, right?
For a couple who had only known one person with this bug prior to Monday, we have jumped into the fray rather quickly. If I hadn’t had cataract surgery scheduled for this week, I wouldn’t have known I had the virus. I was shocked to get the results, but then my DTW’s coughing made a lot of sense. Hopefully we have some decent immunity after this, plus I am considering customized tee shirts. Well, maybe not. As everyone now says, “Stay safe!”