Covid at 73 - dark times
My husband and I have been very careful over the last two years to not contract Covid.
I have comorbidities of lung disease and afib and kidney issues. My husband is healthy with severe joint issues . My husband is our food shopper and always wears a mask in public. On Jan 2 he began to feel very ill with a terrible headache and sore throat. He stayed in bed two days. I tested him and he showed positive right away. I was staying in the living room. That night I experienced terrible drowning coughing, fever of 102 and excruciating body pains. I tested that morning and was negative. I spoke to our Doctors who said I would be positive the next day. They were correct. From this time on is a very lonely and frightening ordeal. There was no caregiver as each of us were struggling. His sickness caused vertigo and weakness and headaches. Mine, perhaps due to my lung disease centered upon my chest and awful weakness.
We lost our sense of smell and taste. On day six I warmed up soup and ate it. I always drank tea.
The pervasive feeling of being so ill and so alone really overwhelmed us. It is day 18 now and we now get up and move to living room couches. We are unable to clean, do laundry or put away our Christmas tree which we have grown to dislike.
I know I sound terribly whiny but so many people have said Covid isn’t bad- and we are two old souls who say - wrong. We long for a “ good” day when we can do our chores and feel happy. This is our Covid- day 18.