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stevenpiziks) wrote2025-04-19 03:50 pm
stevenpiziks) wrote2025-04-19 03:50 pm
The Great Covid Saga
The Friday before the Great Biopsy Saga (which began on Monday), I got an email from a parent. Their son, one of my students, had Covid and would be out for a while. Could I send any work?
Said student's desk is very close to mine, which means I spent a fair amount of time within contagion range for at least a couple class periods. Great. And I had a difficult-to-schedule medical procedure coming up. I began monitoring myself for symptoms. At one point I noticed a faint cough tickle in my chest, but it didn't go anywhere. I checked my temperature the morning of the procedure. Normal. So I went in.
At the procedure, a nurse checked my temperature. 100 degrees. I was surprised--it had shot up that high in less than half an hour, and I didn't feel feverish. Even for Covid, that would be unusual. She tried again with a different instrument and it came up normal. So on we went with the biopsy.
Late that afternoon, I started feeling cruddy, though I had no fever. I took a home Covid test. Positive. Well, shit. Darwin took a test, too. Negative. At least that was good news.
I emailed the biopsy clinic to let them know and had Darwin take me to urgent care. They confirmed the positive results and gave me a scrip for Paxlovid. Ick! I get Paxlovid mouth bad, but it beats being sick for two weeks. I started taking the meds. Saturday I felt really shitty, but on Sunday I felt much better. It meant, though, that I was caring for myself post-biopsy with fucking Covid.
Meanwhile, Darwin started feeling sick, so he took a home test. Positive. Dammit! We went to urgent care, confirmed the diagnosis, and he went on Paxlovid, too.
Monday morning, I was feeling tired but okay, and I'd been without a fever for 24 hours. According to the CDC and the school district, I could return to work. I only have a couple sick days left this year and didn't want to use them up just yet, so I went in.
Darwin, meanwhile, felt horrible and awful all day Monday. Tuesday, too. Wednesday, also. Jeebus.
Friday afternoon, =I= started feeling shitty again. Apparently there's a thing: Covid Rebound. You think you're over Covid, but then backslide for a couple days. At least it was landing on a weekend.
This morning, I woke up and looked at the clock. 10:45! Man. Clearly, both of us needed the sleep, and I'm glad we could get it. Today, I'm feeling improved but still a little off. Same for Darwin. I hope this is over tomorrow!
Said student's desk is very close to mine, which means I spent a fair amount of time within contagion range for at least a couple class periods. Great. And I had a difficult-to-schedule medical procedure coming up. I began monitoring myself for symptoms. At one point I noticed a faint cough tickle in my chest, but it didn't go anywhere. I checked my temperature the morning of the procedure. Normal. So I went in.
At the procedure, a nurse checked my temperature. 100 degrees. I was surprised--it had shot up that high in less than half an hour, and I didn't feel feverish. Even for Covid, that would be unusual. She tried again with a different instrument and it came up normal. So on we went with the biopsy.
Late that afternoon, I started feeling cruddy, though I had no fever. I took a home Covid test. Positive. Well, shit. Darwin took a test, too. Negative. At least that was good news.
I emailed the biopsy clinic to let them know and had Darwin take me to urgent care. They confirmed the positive results and gave me a scrip for Paxlovid. Ick! I get Paxlovid mouth bad, but it beats being sick for two weeks. I started taking the meds. Saturday I felt really shitty, but on Sunday I felt much better. It meant, though, that I was caring for myself post-biopsy with fucking Covid.
Meanwhile, Darwin started feeling sick, so he took a home test. Positive. Dammit! We went to urgent care, confirmed the diagnosis, and he went on Paxlovid, too.
Monday morning, I was feeling tired but okay, and I'd been without a fever for 24 hours. According to the CDC and the school district, I could return to work. I only have a couple sick days left this year and didn't want to use them up just yet, so I went in.
Darwin, meanwhile, felt horrible and awful all day Monday. Tuesday, too. Wednesday, also. Jeebus.
Friday afternoon, =I= started feeling shitty again. Apparently there's a thing: Covid Rebound. You think you're over Covid, but then backslide for a couple days. At least it was landing on a weekend.
This morning, I woke up and looked at the clock. 10:45! Man. Clearly, both of us needed the sleep, and I'm glad we could get it. Today, I'm feeling improved but still a little off. Same for Darwin. I hope this is over tomorrow!