Update on the covid situation in the house. The hubby’s has tested negative for covid for several days, while I still don’t feel like I’m over all of the symptoms yet, I’m still blowing my nose frequently and my fever came back, I tested negative for the first time today. So I guess the low grade fever and the stuffy nose and the thick phlegm that I cough up is symptomatic of something else or the test didn’t work. Right now, my biggest fear is long covid, because it’s a possibility, though not a probability (I hope). I’m really not a hypochondriac, I swear! Just a likely overinformed person with nothing but time on my hands and an addiction to researching things on my tablet.
The really good news is that I must have a fairly strong immune system, because my covid symptoms were only a little worse than hubby’s . Either that or his immune system is lacking due to his smoking.
This past Friday night my husband had a bad chill and was fatigued, but by Sunday night night the chill was gone and his energy levels were better. Unfortunately, for me, by Sunday night I had chills and a fever and slept most of today away, so hubby broke open the covid tests and within a half hour we had the results. Hubby has covid and… so do I. If you’ve been with me for awhile, then you understand what is terrifying me about the news, even though I’m fully vaccinated.
I AM IMMUNOCOMPROMISED. When I had my stroke 7 plus years ago, it did a number on my throat (wasn’t allowed to swallow, even my own spit, for a month with af eeding tube down my throat) and my lungs (a couple of months with chest tubes draining the water and orange juice that the good Samaritans had given me, because everything I swallowed ended up in my lungs.. several years later just after covid19 was a thing and I was about to get my first vaccine, my neurologist wrote a letter to warn my Healthcare providers. The one sentence he wrote that I can’t get out of my head is. She is IMMUNOCOMPROMISED. As we should know by now, a large percentage of the people who have died from this virus, had an underlying issue.
While this news is absolutely not good news for me, it’s not as terrifying as it could be, if only because I’ve already lived 7 years and and 2 months of borrowed time (because the stroke should have killed me) and have lived through a horrible diagnosis of metastatic myxoma of the cerebellum, that I thought every day for a year was going to kill me, until the same neurologist explained that death was still fairly far off. The experience of that year was helpful because I was able to make my peace with my death, even finding the doctor who would help when the time comes.
I’ve been VERY CAREFUL about the pandemic and this is my first time with covid. I’m trying not to overreact, but I’m scared. 57 is definitely too young to die, but I’ve lived a life and no matter what this virus brings, I’m alright with it. Still crossing my fingers that it’s not the worst that could happen, but these last 7 years and 2 months have been some of the happiest of my life and if it has to end, at least I had that.
After 6 plus months of hospitalization, I have an education in pain killers, I never thought I’d have. I understand debilitating pain after my stroke severely intensified a rotator cuff tendinitis that was pre-existing. Unfortunately Tylenol affects me negatively, and doctors don’t want to give ibuprofen, so I allowed myself to be talked into trying morphine … a horrid, out of control feeling, and finally dilaudid. Dilaudid is a powerful opiate, so you don’t need much. I was taking no more than 2 milligrams at one time, 2 to 3 times per day. Almost impossible to get addicted at that level. The weening off was easy. But that’s me,a control freak with trust issues regarding prescription drugs.
In my 3rd month at hospital, I was in a ward with 3 other women, one of whom was a nurse with a heavy addiction to more than 6 separate pain killers including methadone ,that she was now getting free whenever she wanted. Not to mention the 3 types of opiates she brought from home that they trusted her to mention when she took one (misplaced trust ). I counted her pain pill intake one day as 63. This is the kind of dangerous situation that is ripe for legal minds.
Since coming home, I have found the best pain killer for me is half of one gummy bear made with medical Marijuana. Takes away the pain completely and I still function well.
Message here ask what they want to give you for pain or sleep, research the potential dangers and decide for yourself if it’s worth the risk. Though
I’m still greatly saddened by the sudden loss of such a musical genius , his beautiful music lives on.