This time last week, PP and I returned from a long planned special holiday, in honour of her milestone birthday next week. We had a glorious time and enjoyed every single minute, despite some unexpected glitches and challenges.
24 hours after we got home, I started to feel unwell. On a whim I took a Covid test.....
Despite being vaccine boosted to the gills, and after 4 1/2 years of successfully avoiding it, I've tested positive for Covid. I've been able to get antivirals, which I've taken for the past 5 days, and which have most definitely made a big difference to the course of the infection. Last weekend I was really poorly, but the antivirals have really helped. Unfortunately, I've had to suspend all my other medications for the duration of the Paxlovid treatment, which has caused other issues, plus I'm still testing positive, but I am feeling better day by day, albeit two steps forward, one step back. I'm also absolutely, completely, overwhelmingly exhausted. Just having a morning shower is a debilitating exercise which takes ages to recover from.
Another unintended consquence is that I can't complete my course of biologic infusions as scheduled. I had just one left in the sequence on Monday, but it's been cancelled. I'll have to wait at least 5 days following a negative test before I can re-book it, and ideally I will have to have the final infusion within 3 weeks from Monday. So the clock is ticking, adding another layer of stress to an already stressful situation.
With both of us under the weather, PP particularly so, her impending birthday celebrations have also been put on hold.
Honestly, buggrit doesn't even come close!