M’s coworker tested positive along with my coworkers husband this past week. We are pretty sure we have been infected. M and I will get some type of swab shoved up our nose on Monday (albeit against my will) and dear God do NOT let them scrape my brain.
Tensions are getting high and moral is getting low, along with my goldfish supply. I thought it would take longer to feel this way, alas I’ve been horribly mistaken. I took the dog out for some fresh air and exercise. She had other plans, like laying in the remnants of snow and chewing on the small blocks of ice. We’ve been monitoring any symptoms and with every random dry cough or sneeze M and I think it might be our last. Last night I got to deal with a pounding headache (that is a symptom according to the CDC). Not the kind that goes away with my fancy RX for migraines either. I’m used to loss of vision and tingling face then I go lie down in a dark room, take my headache medicine and return to normalcy within the hour. Oh no, of course that didn’t work…the virus seems to be taking our regular aliments and turning them super extreme issues that cannot be so easily tamed. After 4 hours, 2 Benadryl and a prayer later and I was finally asleep. M is just achy. *eyeroll* We both still have our sense of taste and smell after a small false alarm. My wax warmer had been on for some time and with fear in his voice M softly uttered “I can’t even smell that wax anymore…” turns out it just needed to be changed. I picked the strongest peppermint flavor and made SURE we could smell it.