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Covid Redux

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Just in time for 2025, last week Al came down with Covid. He was feeling off Tuesday afternoon and worse by Wednesday evening. What began as a winter head cold deepened into a rough cough, so on Friday he went to urgent care to rule out pneumonia. His lung X-ray was clear, but a Covid test was positive.

We were both stunned. We’d been vaccinated back in September before our trip to Israel and Switzerland, and neither of us had any issues abroad or since our return. I’ve read about the uptick in Covid cases. Still, this one seemed to come out of nowhere.

Paxlovid is helping Al significantly, and his health is, thankfully, improving, although Covid is leaving him easily fatigued. As for me, as of Monday afternoon, I’ve consistently tested negative and have no symptoms. Hope it stays that way, and that my vax still protects me.

The last time I had Covid was in April, just in time for my 70th birthday. That was the second time I contracted it. I really don’t want a third bout. When it comes to this nasty virus, three is certainly not a charm.

So, if you have not yet gotten a Covid vax or a flu vax, for that matter, I hope you’ll do it ASAP. As we head into that inevitable winter season of closed windows and indoor crowds where viruses flourish, there’s all the more reason to be protected. While Al’s experience raises questions about the vaccine’s effectiveness after four months, I’d still favor the odds of it working.

So far, for me, so good.

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.

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Be Prepared

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Many years ago, I was a Girl Scout. That’s 15-year-old me in the middle, with the long pigtails and sunglasses, on a troop trip to D.C. in 1969. (And no, the Senior scout to my right is not smoking a real cigarette!) All that I vaguely recall about that trip, back in the day when Girl Scouts wore real uniforms and I was a Cadette scout, was that it was incredibly hot and humid. I’m sure we had fun. By that fall, however, I decided I’d had enough of scouting, though I don’t think it had to do with the trip. I just wasn’t interested anymo0re.

But I learned a lot in the half-dozen years that I participated, first as a Brownie and Girl Scout in elementary school (my mom was the troop leader), and then as a Cadette as a young teen. I gained some important life skills, including how to sew my own clothes, how to build a campfire, how to camp in a snowstorm, how to run a patrol (team), and how to plan. Our patrol in elementary school was called the Martians, and we definitely put on the very best skits of the entire Troop 151.

“Be Prepared” is, of course, the Girl Scout’s motto—or, at least, it was back in the day. Same for the Boy Scouts. And, notwithstanding the (not PC) Tom Lehrer parody of 1953, that motto is very much a worthy goal.

Which is why (here comes the thematic hairpin turn) I was really glad to discover last week that the new Covid vaccine was available locally, because we are soon going to be traveling again. Al and I both were able to get the jab, which did not hurt at all. I began to feel the vaccine moving through my system within minutes, however, and was a bit achy and tired for 24 hours. And that was it. This version was by Pfizer, which tends to be easier for my body to handle.

Covid is still swirling around us, and the uptick in cases is not to be dismissed. We had already gotten Paxlovid to take along, just in case either of us got sick on our trip, (once a Girl Scout, always a Girl Scout) and I’ll still pack that along with some Covid tests, but I am much less concerned about that potential problem now. I hope my experience encourages you, Dear Reader, to get your own updated Covid vaccine sooner than later. Well worth avoiding the virus, especially for those of us with compromised immune systems.

I’ll be offline for much of September, back by early October with tales of our adventures. Be well.

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.

Spring at Last

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On Sunday, I walked outside without a coat for the first time this year. What a blessing, especially after feeling so cooped up 10 days ago with Covid. It’s been spring on the calendar for more than a month, but this was the first day that really felt springy.

As far as I can tell, I’m done with the virus. Whatever lingering sinus congestion (mild) is now attributable to allergies (the downside of spring). When I went for a routine pulmonary function test on Friday, at first the respiratory tech was not sure if she could administer it to me, given my recent Covid experience. But fortunately she was able to check with the hospital’s chief of infectious diseases, who agreed with my expectation that, given revised CDC protocols, I was free and clear.

(In case you’re not aware, the new guidance basically says that after 24 hours free of fever without OTC meds and no symptoms, you can go out masked. After five days of masking, you no longer need the mask, which is where I was on Friday, eight days from no symptoms, thanks to Paxlovid.)

I completed the test, which is never easy at this point, but the good news was that my diffusion rate (not stellar) had not really changed—which has been the case for several years now. So that was encouraging.

And a relief after my other health debacle last week—skillfully scratching my cornea in my right eye on Thursday when I was putting in my scleral lenses. I wasn’t sure, at first, why my eye was bothering me with the lens in place, because it bathes my eye in saline. But once I removed it, my eye continued to smart, and going outside in bright sunshine was truly uncomfortable.

Don’t try driving with a scratched cornea. I did okay, but my eye was tearing and I could barely keep it open. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Back home, after flushing my eye with drops, I used some eye gel and covered my eye with gauze and paper tape for several hours, which made it tolerable.

Fortunately, on Friday, before the PFT, I saw a specialist at the local college eye clinic, who assessed it and thought I was on the mend, though he was prepared to do an emergency debridement if need be. Thank goodness that wasn’t necessary. And I was fine by the weekend.

So, all the more reason to be glad to walk outside without a coat or a jacket or even a sweater on Sunday. No more Covid. No more eye pain. Just sun and flowers and blooming buds on our new cherry tree. A good way to begin a new week.

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.

Best Laid Plans Department

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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.

And So It Goes

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I was planning to write an upbeat post today, in anticipation of my 70th birthday on Thursday. But life has a way of throwing curve balls. On Sunday, we discovered that Al has Covid. So far, he seems to be doing okay, and we expect a green light for him to start a course of Paxlovid. The last time he had Covid, nearly two years ago, it worked well for him. But he still has to lay low. So our dinner plans for Thursday night are postponed.

So far, I’m doing fine, no symptoms and testing negative. I sincerely hope that I don’t get Covid for my birthday. I also hope we are both are in the clear for hosting family for next week’s Passover seders.

I was texting with our older daughter on Sunday, who was very sympathetic about the bad timing of all this, and I remarked that turning 70 is all about taking this kind of downturn in stride—even as I was pretty frustrated when I saw Al’s positive test result that morning. As she rightly noted, a birthday is just one day, but “you can be celebrated all the days!” Very true.

For weeks I had been debating whether to get the recommended spring Covid booster. I had discussed this with both of my rheumatologists, at home and at Boston Medical, as well as with our geriatrics nurse practitioner. All had been ambivalent. The issue is that the spring booster is the same vaccine as last fall’s, although the prevalent Covid strains have evolved. While it’s possible that the booster could help dampen the impact of those new strains, it’s not conclusive that it would make a difference.

Had I gotten the booster, would I be at less risk for getting Covid for my birthday? I’ll never know. However, given my exposure, whether I catch the virus or not, I will build up some more immunity from the current strain. So I guess that’s a plus. But one I could do without.

Fortunately, even before Al got sick, we had decided to schedule an overnight trip to New York City to celebrate my birthday in early May. My original idea, to go this week, would have been too much, too near to Passover, which involves a lot of cleaning and preparation. Now it would have been impossible.

And so, all I can do is wait and see. Getting upset won’t change anything. I’ll make the best of my 70th birthday, regardless, and we’ll celebrate together when we’re both well. Lessons learned from seven decades.

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.

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