The first tingly, muscle-ache sensations of Covid were felt Friday morning. I went through it a year ago so I know the deal. Yesterday I took a Covid test…bingo.
It took me four days to get through it last December so I’ll probably be out of the woods by Monday evening.
Right now I feel so depleted that the mere thought of sitting up and writing something is exhausting.
12:25 am, Monday: I can feel the Covid starting to weaken, dissipate. The worst seems to be over.
9 am, Monday: Digital temperature gauge reads 98.4.
This morning’s recovery made think of Keith’s “98.6.” I shouldn’t need to remind, of course, that it’s no longer acceptable to address or refer to a girlfriend as “baby.”
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