#SoCS: I Met the Enemy

March 1, 2023

The enemy began its assault.

It was met head on, but the dark horseman stood its ground and moved to intercept the army of immunity.

Covid had a job to do and it would not accept defeat without a fight.

An eight day fight.

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And so…

My luck ran out.

Almost four years without a cold, the flu or any indication of a virus lurking around the corner, Covid finally caught up with me and threw me to the ground in combat. It took me awhile to get up.

I haven’t been super diligent, I suppose, as I wore a mask only when in places where lots of people gather – the grocery stores, big box stores, large indoor gatherings, etc. But I didn’t wear one all of the time and I suppose it takes only one person who doesn’t know they are contagious to spread the virus.

Lucky me.

Well, as of this writing, I’ve had two negative Covid tests and I feel a lot better than I did a week ago. I continue to feel the effects of fatigue (I seem to need daily naps) and leftover phlegm (annoying), but the army of symptoms that included a gnarly sore throat, cough, nausea and congestion has retreated.

I thank the Covid vaccines and Paxlovid for helping me through without the illness getting worse. With my age and history of a past pneumonia episode and a couple bouts with bronchitis, I’m not sure where I would have been otherwise in the battle.

And I thank all of the friends who checked up on me, brought me foodstuffs and medication, said prayers, and made sure I was on the path to victory. Natasha, who refers to herself as a “sheepdog,” was my angel of mercy. She brought me chicken broth and oyster crackers on the day of nausea and then delivered a pint of non-dairy ice cream and mini cheesecake when she knew I needed some food love.

Over the eight days of seclusion, I developed a love/hate relationship with the couch and confines of the apartment. I love my new couch, but not that much. I love my apartment, but not that much. It’s hard to want to do anything when one feels like crap. On the other hand, though, Gibbs and Hoshi like that their human was available 24/7 for incessant food and petting needs.

I’m anxious to get out for a little bit today for groceries and fresh air. Start on cleaning up the apartment as I have energy. Get back to daily routines and life with other people. I miss my peeps.

So, I will end this by saying please be safe out there, stay healthy and watch out for any lurking invaders. You do not want to engage this enemy.

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.

Just go with the flow.

Like a babbling brook or rain drops. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mat/met/mitt/mot/mutt.” Choose one or use them all, any way you’d like in your post. Have fun!