I am on my feet, and that's about all I can say.
I'm still a little nauseous, and I don't feel good at all.
Sunday night, the 15th, it felt like an earthquake hit me.
My body ached.
My bones hurt.
My teeth hurt.
My throat felt like a wad of glass was stuck in it.
My head throbbed, and I had a nasty cough.
I literally slept from Sunday night until Tuesday night.
I mean, in all seriousness—I did not move.
I did not eat
I did not drink.
I did not go to the bathroom.
For all intents and purposes, I was unconscious.
Well, I did shuffle to the recliner at some point.
I hurt too much to lie in a bed.
Since supper on Sunday evening, I’ve managed to keep down a snack pack of Jello, some broth, and an egg yolk.
I’m just not hungry.
With no thermometer in the house, I couldn’t tell you if I ran a fever.
I chose not to medicate—I couldn’t have swallowed anything even if I wanted to.
Without testing, I don’t know if I had COVID-19 or just some funky virus.
I’m saying it’s not COVID-19, since I can still smell and taste.
On the 16th, Daughter’s symptoms started.
Hers were more viral in nature—more of the throwing up, headache type deal.
She hasn’t been able to do much moving around.
She’s stayed on the couch in the living room.
She definitely can’t keep food down, and she has no appetite.
I do know that Gealach’s mom is sick, and K Co schools have been shut down all week for both COVID-19 and flu.
If I had to take a wild guess, I’d say G brought something up with her.
This is the longest I’ve managed to stay upright and awake, but I’m going back to bed.
Last night was rough.
My whole body ached.
I tried the recliner and managed a few hours of sleep before the pain got too bad, and I moved back to the bed.
I catnapped until 6 a.m. and called it good.
Let me go back and add: Son #2 received a positive diagnosis via Fast Clinic, while his wife and the three boys tested positive via a home test around January 14th. Symptoms were mild, and all four have recovered.
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