TGIF everyone. Greetings from my guest room, where I’ve been isolating since Tuesday afternoon. I started getting what I thought were cold symptoms on Monday afternoon, and on Tuesday morning I took a Covid test (negative). By Tuesday afternoon I had a fever and felt like steaming garbage and randomly checked Twitter to discover that bunch of people from the conference I attended last weekend had just tested positive. I immediately isolated myself asked my husband to come home to take care of the kids. Wednesday morning, I tested positive.
I can’t believe I went three years somehow escaping it, and boom, here it is.
It’s been okay. I am fine. Yesterday was rough — I had a fever of 104 pretty much all day, even with Advil. Then I got a stream of texts from friends encouraging me to ask for a prescription for Paxlovid. I hadn’t done much research on it and I had assumed I didn’t need it, but friends said it made their infections incredibly mild, so I called my primary care doctor and was put through to a nurse. I said something like: “I just tested positive for Covid, and I’m wondering if I am a candidate for Paxlovid.” After looking at my chart and asking me a few questions, the nurse actually *laughed* at me before telling me no. She said things like “You don’t sound that sick” and “It’s a virus so there’s nothing you can do but rest.”