Tag: health

8:55am on Day Two

I’m not just sure, I’m Covid-19 positive.

With sincere apologies to South Park for paraphrasing one of their most brutally offensive, yet absolutely brilliant jokes.

Dig what I just did:

19/365
19/365

Also, dig what else I just did (sorry it’s a little blurry):

I think I will call my doctor and the weight loss clinic and just ask for advice on what to do. Maybe I’ll ask for a Paxlovid prescription, I don’t know. I should send a message to my boss too and tell him not to expect me back tomorrow.

Shit. Three and a half years I successfully avoided this Covid-19 ass munch and now here I am with a positive test.

Calling it a positive test makes it sound good, doesn’t it? It makes it sound like it’s a positive thing and not a negative thing. I think we need to tweak the terminology and come up with something new. Call it a blurble test or a non-blurble test. Something like that. We’ll see if I can make that happen. I’ll let you know.

3:30am on Day Two

My music projects are on hold. I might just mark them as fails but I also might just extend the deadlines. They are all goofy B.S. anyway so I can really do whatever I want with them, right? I was going to go out shooting photos today but I was self quarantined even before I started feeling sick, so that was basically off the table too.

Nope, as of right now (4:09am on Tuesday September 19, 2023) my only creative outlet is… you guessed it… Live Blogging Whatever the Hell this Bug I Caught Is! Yes! Bring on the blog posts! Bring on the photos of trash barrels full of used tissues and bottles of Tylenol! This is going to be so much fun! Just Ace reporting/personal blogging at it’s most dramatic! I bet you can’t wait, oh my readers and only friends*!

I have declared that 9/18/23 is officially Day One of this illness, though I really should have declared it day zero. I am a computer science nerd, and we start counting at zero, not one. I figured I’d make it all make sense for non computer science geeks though and started counting at one. That makes today Day Two, hence the title of the post. Can you dig it? I knew that you could.

I went to bed a few minutes before 11:00pm last night. Jen is in our bed and I am on the couch. We both need to spread out so even though it absolutely blows chunks that we’re not in bed together, it will probably help us both sleep more. I was freezing cold. I had two heavy-ish blankets on and I was thinking of turning on the heat, even though my father would have been offended by that happening in September. I took some Tylenol just before bed because I was thinking I will likely develop a fever at some point, assuming this is Covid, of course. I thought I’d be preemptive. I woke up at 3:30 to go to the bathroom. I got back onto the couch and bundled up but within a couple of minutes I was roasting hot. I kicked off the blankets but couldn’t get myself to fall asleep.

I need to get up early this morning to bring the trash out to the street. I would have done it last night but it poured rain all day and I couldn’t bring myself to go outside and get hosed down. I feel like it’s too early to go outside and do it now so I have an alarm set for 6:00am. Will I sleep again between now and then? Who knows. I did sort of start my daily routine. I’ve had eight ounces of water and my morning vitamins, along with another dose of Tylenol. I’m starting to feel chilly again. I think I am going to post this and then lay down.

I can tell by the looks on all of your faces that you are utterly fascinated by all of this. I’m sure you can’t freakin’ stand the anticipation building up for today’s Covid-19 home test #2. You can cut the tension with a knife around here!

Okay, folks. That’s it for now. It’s 4:20am (he he he) and I am hitting the publish button. Talk to you all later today.

*To borrow a phrase from Anthony Burgess’ novel, “A Clockwork Orange”, of course.

Yup, I’m Sick

We all knew it was coming but now it’s here.

I’m sick.

I tested negative for Covid-19 this morning but tonight I have a stuffy head and a cough and some general aches and pains. I am guessing I will test negative again tomorrow, but soon enough I am going to have a positive Covid test all of my own.

I avoided it for three and a half years, but now here we are staring the 21st century plague in the face. Time to put all of those vaccination and booster shots to work. Let’s get it done, bro’s.

Happy Rob-Probably-Has-Covid-19-Day, kids. Let’s celebrate by coughing a lot and sleeping off the fever.

Shit.

I’m Guessing That’s a Bad Sign

So the Covid journey of the last few days. I haven’t said which of us tested positive, but I need to now. It was my wife, the love of my life, Jen. She woke up feeling shitty on Friday and we started driving home from Florida. She was worse on Saturday and worse still on Sunday. She also had her first positive Covid test on Sunday. Today she’s feeling really sick. She’s clearly in for a few rotten days.

Me? Even though I spent all of that time sitting next to her in the car I have been feelin’ fine. Today I’ve been freezing cold all day, but that’s been the norm over the last year or so. My nose has been a little runny. I chalked that up to being so cold, but it has been a smidgen on the concerning side. I tested negative for Covid this morning so that’s cool. I also just ripped off two very emphatic sneezes… well… shit. That seems like it might be a bad sign, right?

Here’s hoping that Jen starts to feel better before I start to feel super bad. That way I can take care of her at the worst and she can take care of me at the worst. That would be helpful for both of us.

Back Home for Reals

We got home to Boston and that’s when the Covid test came back positive. We dropped our bags off at the house and then went to the doctor and then went to the pharmacy. It took hours. Finally by 4:45pm we got home to stay. We’re in quarantine land now and that’s a pain in the ass, but it’s also a good thing. We’re going to be living with Instacart and Amazon for a week or so. Doordash is bringing dinner as we speak.

We are back to 2020 lockdown again. I was really hoping we were done with this shit forever, but there you go. Get well soon, us.

The ‘Rona Rears it’s Ugly Head

We both knew it was coming, even though I would not admit it and will deny it for ever, but after two days of negative tests we had a positive Covid-19 test today. I’m still not going to say which of us is sick, but as of this moment it’s still just one of us. That will change soon enough, I’m sure.

We are hanging out at an urgent care parking lot waiting for them to tell us we can come inside. We are hoping for a prescription for paxlovid to help things along.

Wish our immune systems luck. Yippee.

Radical Change in Plans

What was it that John Lennon said? Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans?

The test is still running but it’s looking like a negative. We are still being overly cautious and heading home though. Just to be safe and keep everyone else at the resort safe.

It’s time for an epic Florida to Massachusetts Socially Distant Road Trip, Babie! WOOOHOOO!!!

Boycott My Favorite Vegetable

I hate to do it, but I think I have to. Crud.

Jen came up with a recipe for cooking broccoli in the air fryer. It is fantastic. Bordering on magic. We were making it regularly as a side dish along with chicken and potatoes. I had a couple of bad experiences that I chalked up to eating too much too fast, which is always the cause of my stomach problems. Over the last couple of months I have been dishing out a tiny amount of broccoli when we have it but I generally haven’t eaten it. I had been saving it for last and I was always full before I got to it.

Tonight I flipped the script. I have been instructed by the weight loss surgery clinic to always eat sources of protein first, so I eat all of the chicken on my plate first. I did that tonight. Normally I go for the potatoes next because something about having weight loss surgery has trigged my inner Irish stereotype so I always go straight for the potatoes. Tonight I went for the broccoli first and saved the potatoes for last. Now I am dealing with a blocked up stomach and a mild case of the foamies. Crud.

I can’t say for sure but I think this might be three consecutive broccoli meals that ended in foamies. All of which were trigged by the magical, delicious, wonderful broccoli side dish. Crud. I think I have to stop eating it all together. My stomach can handle it without trouble, but I can’t seem to keep the bite sizes small enough, or I can’t seem to chew it into oblivion enough, or I just go too fast. Whatever it is, it is definitely a trend. Crud.

Broccoli has always been my favorite vegetable. Maybe I’ll go back to counting chews and using a stop watch to make myself pause between bites. That used to work when I was much more sensitive than I am now. We’ll see. For now, here’s hoping the foamies pass quickly. Good luck, Robbie.

ADDENDUM: I had my last bite of broccoli at 7:15pm. It’s 9:19pm now and my stomach is still blocked up and I am still spitting up foamie saliva. Grrrrr. Wasn’t it like a week ago when I wrote a post about blocked stomachs generally clearing up in around an hour or so? Didn’t I write about two hours being unusual? Why does my stomach have to be a dick to me tonight? Broccoli is officially on the boycotted food list, right next to cod and anything with more than a couple of grams of sugar. Broccoli is a total jerk face.