Paxlovid is the perfect gift for today’s COVID couple.
Always a late bloomer, I’ve finally joined the COVID Club, one I never really wanted membership in.
And it’s a full house of COVID19. Nothing says togetherness like quarantining with my also positive husband. There are now His and Hers Paxlovid boxes sitting on our kitchen table.
Earlier last week a friend who had stayed at my home, tested positive for the virus.
Hearing this, I went scurrying looking for my cartons of at-home COVID tests courtesy of Uncle Sam. Opening up the packages, I found to my dismay they had expired. Once I finally got a new batch from the pharmacy and could test myself I was relieved but not surprised to find it was negative. After all, I’ve been so vigilant.
But the following day beset with chills, a cough, and the knowledge that these rapid home tests could sometimes be unreliable I scheduled a more reliable PCR test at a lab.
Meanwhile, Hersh had also been exposed and was becoming quite sick. I was concerned even if he couldn’t be.
That Saturday morning along with our usual bagel and lox set out on the kitchen table was an at-home testing kit. I urged Hersh to take it and within minutes the magical pink line indicating positive became apparent.
My heart sank.
Swabbing myself, I did another test which also came up pink. Moments later an email with the results of the PCR came in sealing the deal.
I was COVID-positive.
Truth be told there is absolutely nothing positive about COVID-19.
Although grateful to have been vaxxed to the max, I’ve been hit hard, and COVID packs a powerful punch. It is flu on steroids. Physically exhausting, the characteristic brain fog is no joke. Writing these 300 hundred words has been an effort, that has taken me hours to write.
COVID has lived up to its nasty reputation and needs to be taken seriously.
Still.
Don’t stop being careful. Don’t stop being vigilant.
COVID-19 stops you in your tracks. It hasn’t stopped and neither should your diligence.