Best Laid Plans Department

And so, despite my best efforts, I did get Covid last week, after all. In fact, I tested positive on Tuesday afternoon. At first, I thought it was just allergies. All the trees have finally bloomed here, and pollen is in the air.

Just to be sure, though, I took a test. When I first looked at the results, I thought I was still okay, but there was the faintest positive stripe. So I repeated it. Same thing. And by evening, I didn’t really need to doubt it. I was starting to get chills, and my throat was swelling.

By morning, I felt truly rotten. No fever, but all the symptoms I get with a virus, especially severe Raynaud’s and joint aches and headache and sinus congestion. My hands felt like blocks of ice, and it took at least a half hour of huddling under blankets and meditative breathing to regain feeling. I called our primary care nurse practitioner’s office, and by midday I’d gotten the go-ahead to start Paxlovid.

This is the second time I’ve caught Covid. Last time was two summers ago, right before we were supposed to go on vacation, causing a total reorganization of travel plans.

This time, it hit right before my 70th birthday and Passover, which begins tonight. So all plans for both had to be scuttled and rethought.

Thanks to my wonderful daughters and husband, my birthday turned out to be a lovely celebration, despite being sick. The Paxlovid kicked in enough for me to feel somewhat better when I woke on Thursday—and discovered in my email a gift certificate from the family, orchestrated by my daughters, for an Air BnB writing retreat, good for anytime I want to go. In addition, my younger daughter had created a fantastic 70th birthday video with greetings from family and friends, including some people I had lost touch with over the years. It gave me a great boost and is a wonderful keepsake.

Al brought home flowers, and later, he picked up a nice dinner from one of our favorite restaurants to eat at home. So, I felt fully celebrated and grateful—and resilient. Take that, Covid!

We’ve had to upend our Passover plans, because we are just barely clearing the hurdle of having to mask in public (five days after you feel better, have no fever and no symptoms). So we are doing a Zoom seder with our immediate family for the first night, and just me and Al, the second. It’s a small and quiet holiday this year. Given my energy level post Covid, that’s just fine. Cooking for just the two of us on Sunday wiped me out.

The one bright side of this, as my Boston Medical rheumatologist said to me weeks ago when we were discussing pros and cons of a spring Covid booster shot, now that I’ve had the latest variant, most likely JN.1, I’ve gained some protection against it. At least, I sure hope so. This virus is not to be messed with, especially for those of us with compromised immune systems.

And so, Dear Reader, I hope you stay well and avoid Covid. But if it nabs you, be sure to ask for Paxlovid. It significantly reduces risks of the virus and really made a huge difference for me. The most recent research says chances of rebound are slim. It makes your mouth taste bitter, but that’s a small price to pay.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.