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Unwellness, then Wellness Wednesday
I know the Sell-By date has long since passed for this kind of write-up, and I also realize that for most everyone here the type of experience that I am about to relate in this comment may be all-too-familiar, and therefore reading the account of another person's experience boring as hell. So, with those two important criteria fulfilled, let me launch into another tale of physical woe.
I finally got COVID.
I had successfully dodged it a number of times. Co-workers were felled by it. Too many students to count. Friends' aunts and cousins back home died from it. My wife and two sons all had it--twice--and during those times I was the caretaker, launderer, cook, and general nursemaid. But seemingly immune. I did wear a mask when in the room with them at those times, washed my hands a lot, kept opening up windows for ventilation, and I was vaccinated with the Moderna 3 or maybe even 4 times, though the last of those was over a year ago.
My resistance to the virus--impressive, I thought --apparently crumbled when my 13 year-old last week contracted a fever and a cough, and I, like the Irish consigliere Tom Hagen in letting Sonny drive off wildly, was overconfident, when I should have redoubled my precautions. I guess. Anyway, I got it. Or it got me. Bam. They got him on the causeway.
It's not what I expected. Back in 2021 when she had it, my wife, who had also been vaccinated, was down for a day or so. She'd sleep downstairs in the tatami room, occasionally moaning. I brought her okayu on a tray. My sons, also a few years ago, as expected were really only feverish for one night and coughed a few times and spent the rest of their required (by their school) quarantine contentedly watching YouTube in their bedrooms and eating curry on makeshift tv trays. (If anyone here has any idea what a tv tray is.)
The second wave through our household was similar, only their illness the second time seemed even more brief. Everyone seemed to be getting it in that era; my sons' classes would regularly shut down for days at a time due to clusters. You were always hearing so-and-so has COVID. My father, who never got it, was nevertheless killed by it, as the protocols in place in my hometown in the US kept him isolated in his late 80s, alone with only my less-than-winsome brother, whose lack of initiative, coupled with everyone staying away, slowly broke my father's mind. That's a whole other story that I'd rather not tell. But I have my own, personal, reasons to hate COVID as well as the resultant policies surrounding it. I only mention this to say this is not a political post or a comment on greater policy issues in Japan or the US.
So my famille had it a few times. I'd go to work after the all-clear and the hospital staff had me wait in a big ET tent. I took many home covid tests, and a few in said tent, where the doctor, who apparently knew me, would speak to me half in English, half in Japanese, meanwhile ramming the elongated nasopharyngeal swab so far in I expected it to pop out my throat like some David Blaine routine. These tests were all always negative. And then, last Saturday, a positive.
COVID-19, five years late, put me down for a good three days. Even with paracetamol every 4 hours, I had a temperature hovering at 100 F/38C for about 72 hours. Body aches, fatigue, blurred hallucinogenic thoughts, etc. All the best things. Luckily I have had no real respiratory issues besides an occasional cough. My image of serious Coronavirus complications were always of someone lying intubated and unconscious in some racked up hospital bed, breath coming out like Darth Vader--not the deep, resonant , fearful Vader but more like at the end of ROTJ when he's just had his arm chopped off and been force-shocked halfway to oblivion. Thankfully that doesn't seem to be my destiny. So far. But I could have done without that fever. Very little consistent sleep is possible. And what sleep does come is nightmarish. The mind really unhinges, and I've never enjoyed that sensation--if sensation is what I can call it, and it probably isn't.
I am now sitting here with a mild headache and very little energy, but even this is absolute bliss when juxtaposed with the twisty turn-y Sweat Hell of that fever. It's quite something just to not be sick. I suppose that's the reminder.
So. Be smart, contrary, snarky, and argue about shit that probably only tangentially affects any of us, I'm all for it. Carry on. But stay well, fellow travelers.
I think I had covid last week, too. Not sure, didn't test. Can I test for it 11 days after it started? Had some severe aches, some fever, pained throat, difficulty sleeping for a few days, and a sometime dry cough that only went away today. Nothing horrific, but bothersome enough. I've no idea where I caught it or from whom, can't remember being close to anyone who was sick. That's what made me think covid, aerosol transmission in a store or something. First time for me too, if it was covid.
PCR and antibody tests will effectively let you know if you have had it any time in the last several weeks. Rapid antigen tests are much less robust and liable to give false +/-.
We still had a couple of home PCR tests from what I'll call the old days. Hope you're fully recovered.
I was able to do a brief workout today, so I should be fine-ish, thanks.
I had a look at pharmacy websites for my crappy little country, and they only offer rapid antigen tests. Where do you actually get a proper one? Do you need a blood test at the doctor's?
I wish I could answer your question with any sort of accuracy, but I think it would depend on the clinic. I don't think a blood test would be necessary as the PCR test, for example, is still a nasal swab. Why not phone a local clinic or hospital and inquire if you can be tested?
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