I wanted to sleep a lot more this morning than I did, but my stomach had other ideas. I went to bed at a little after 10:00pm last night. My alarm was set for 8:00 but my stomach woke me up at 5:00. It’s a thing I’ve dealt with since the surgery started to heal. If I go too long without eating my stomach, or what’s left of it, gets empty enough that it starts to hurt in complaint. When I told my doctor about it her response was basically, “duh, you’re hungry.” If I have something to eat I start to feel better within a few minutes.
That was the case today. It had been eight hours or so since I ate anything and my stomach was just empty. I like to start my day with some water and my morning vitamins so I delayed food for a bit and had eight ounces of lemonade mix and my three pills. Oddly, one of those pills made me a little nauseous but it passed quickly. I waited the required 15 minutes and then had breakfast and now my tiny little redesigned stomach is full and happy again.
As far as Covid, I’m not feeling 100% well, but I would say I’m about 75-80% well. My nose is still a little stuffy but I can breath through it, and I haven’t coughed a single time in the last two hours. Fatigue is still an issue, but not nearly as bad as it was 3-4 days ago. As soon as I tested positive on Tuesday I started planning on my next Covid test happening on Sunday (today), regardless of how I was feeling. I will stick to that and test about an hour from now. All of my testing through this process has happened at around 8:00am. Don’t ask why, that just seems like a nice time to me.
I fully expect a positive test today, I just hope that it’s not as emphatic a positive as it was on Tuesday. Last time the test line turned bright red before the solution had even reached the control line. I’m hoping it at least has the decency to be a faint line this time. Fingers crossed, eh?
Wish me and my immune system luck. Happy day seven, everyone!
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