That sort of sick where you just don’t want to make any movement. Because then you’ll feel the covers on your skin.
Whatever clobbered me on Christmas Eve is clobbering me still. Slowly worse day by day until yesterday, when I just felt like I couldn’t keep my eyes open. And that my legs were encased in cement. I took my temperature and it was 100.5.
My nurse Ally called me and we decided we’d see how I was doing today. Worse, not better. Diarrhea and a persistent low grade fever.
We decided there was no way around a COVID test so I drove to Boston. The nasal swab and a urinalysis. When I got home there were eight bags of groceries outside my back door (thank you Melinda). Despite Tylenol my temperature continued to rise–up to 101.3 this evening.
Fortunately I have no respiratory symptoms. Last night, in that funny head space that a fever brings on, I was imagining that whatever this illness is, it was a cure for cancer. That’s what you call looking on the bright side :).
Hopefully I will get the results of the COVID test back tomorrow. In the meantime, I’m curled up on the couch with my weighted blanket and a heating pad.