Living with Scleroderma

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COVID-19

To Mask or Not to Mask

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Ten days out from my trip to Germany, and I’m feeling fine, thank you. This, despite the fact that I stopped wearing my mask about halfway through the trip, except when on a crowded, stuffy bus or subway. I did not even wear my mask on the eight-hour flight home. I was sitting way in the back, no one around me or even up ahead was sneezing or coughing, and—most relevant—the air in commercial airplanes gets exchanged every two to three minutes, so risks of getting a respiratory virus are actually lower than in a restaurant. (This New York Times article from 2021 gives a helpful visual explanation.)

This is not to say that I was careless. On my flight to Germany, I wore my mask most of the time, to be sure I didn’t kibosh the trip. I also wore it in the airport when in a crowd and in other busy public transit terminals. The key determinant for me was always how many others were around without masks, if they were sneezing or coughing, and if fresh air was in the mix. On commuter rail, for example, when the doors opened every few minutes to let someone on or off, I felt safe without the mask.

I also did a lot of walking during my travels, between four to six miles a day. So, plenty of fresh air and exercise, plus a healthy diet and sound sleep, once I adjusted to the new time zone, all helped me to stay well. (I must also note that my feet were significantly helped by a new discovery, Orthofeet shoes, which are very well designed, comfortable, and not clunky, despite the brand name. Definitely made it possible to go farther than I expected.)

Since I’ve been home, I’ve tried to keep up with daily walks and physical activity. It’s taken much of the past week for my body to fully adjust back to DST here, but I have definitely been catching up on my sleep, at last.

As to masks at home, I’m following the same principles as I did on my trip. I’m keeping up with all of my vaccinations, always carrying hand sanitizer with me and using it whenever I use a touch pad or grab a door handle. (Actually, this has been my practice for years, given my propensity for ulcer infections on my fingers). If I’m in a crowded, enclosed space or around people who are coughing or sneezing, I always have a mask on hand, and if I’m not feeling well, I stay home. I still have a stash of Covid tests, and I’ll certainly test if asked before attending a get-together. But for the most part, thanks to vaccines and good public health practice, I feel safe going maskless most of the time.

That said, I also fully respect anyone’s decision to wear a mask, for their own safety, and I will wear one if someone asks me to, in order to help them feel safe.

Here’s hoping that Covid truly has morphed to an endemic state, and masking becomes merely a matter of personal choice, even for those of us whose immune systems need more tending.

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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Getting a Boost

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I got my Covid bivalent booster vaccination last Thursday—Pfizer this time, as opposed to Moderna up until now. I scheduled the shot for mid-afternoon, knowing I could set aside Thursday evening and Friday for down time if I got sick, as expected from past experience.

While I did get draggy and had some achy joints, I was very pleasantly surprised that, this time, the aftermath was not debilitating. No rash at the injection site. No real brain fog (other than my normal age-and-scleroderma baseline). I was able to sleep through the night. I modified my morning exercises to accommodate my sore left arm, but otherwise went about my day, editing a blog for a client, writing more in Novel 2. It was only by late Friday afternoon and evening that I ran out of energy. But by Saturday morning, most of the aches were gone.

I don’t know if this is because I went with Pfizer. From what I’ve read, the two versions are effectively equivalent and highly successful in reducing risk of severe disease from both earlier Covid variants and Omicron BA.5. Maybe there has been something in the Moderna vaccine chemistry that wallops me. In any case, the FDA says it’s fine to mix-and-match the vaccines, so I decided to try Pfizer and see if I could tolerate it better. That seems to be the case.

I chose not to pair the booster with my annual flu shot, because I wanted to get over whatever side effects I’d have from the former before adding in the latter. Now that I’m over 65, I get the super-duper flu shot (a friend called it “the old geezer shot”), and I need to pace myself. So that’s scheduled for this coming Thursday.

Fortunately, it is super easy to get vaccinated. Both shots are free and readily available at many local pharmacies. One piece of advice: don’t count on a walk-in. I thought that would be possible, given all the reports that there has been no run on the bivalent booster, but found out when I arrived without an appointment at my local CVS that I definitely needed one. The online appointment scheduling is simple and takes only about five minutes.

I hope your experience with the bivalent booster goes well. Please don’t wait. Flu season is upon us here in the Northeast, already intensifying in the southern U.S., and new, wily Omicron variants have also hit our shores. We have the tools and a lot more experience than we did two-and-a-half years ago.

Stay safe out there.

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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Gotcha

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So, we were supposed to go on a 10-day vacation over the past week, at long last flying across borders to savor another culture. But Covid had other plans.

Three nights before we planned to leave, Al started coughing. Not your normal clear-the-throat cough, but a deeper, barking cough that woke me up a few times. Just to be on the safe side, the next morning I gave him a rapid test. The T line turned purple even before the C line emerged. Not good.

After I got over being upset (I was quite upset) I realized that we should just try to reschedule the trip. Which, by the end of the day, I had successfully done. I had purchased Covid travel insurance, and I am sending off a claim for the additional cost of the switched airline tickets this week. I don’t know if it will be honored, given that I didn’t actually cancel the flights, but it’s worth a shot.

Meanwhile, Al and I both had PCR tests. His came back positive the next day, and mine, negative. But by Friday, the day we were supposed to leave, I was starting to feel crummy. Two negative rapid tests were not much consolation. Sure enough, Saturday morning my rapid test was definitively positive.

This all happened despite our both being fully vaccinated and double boosted. As has been widely reported, the current dominant strain of Omicron, BA.5, is highly contagious and can evade some of the vaccines. We have no idea how Al picked it up. And even as we did our best to mask around each other and for Al to isolate, it didn’t matter. I still got it.

Fortunately, Paxlovid, the anti-viral medication for Covid that is provided at no charge by the federal government, is a game changer. It made a huge difference for both of us. There are reports of side-effects and also significant contraindications for certain medications. I had to stop two of my meds in order to take the five-day course. The only side effect that I was aware of was the bitter aftertaste it leaves in your mouth. But that is a very small price to pay for stopping Covid from replicating itself in my body.

Before Paxlovid, I was experiencing aches, chills, overactive Raynaud’s, a lot of congestion plus very runny nose, and a really sore throat (like severe strep, hard to swallow because it hurt so much). The day before I tested positive, I also experienced a sudden bout of vertigo, and until the Paxlovid took hold, migrating pins and needles, not unlike shingles. Oh, and my heart rate sped up and my arrhythmia kicked in. No fun.

Within 36 hours of starting the Paxlovid, all of this began to ease up. It felt miraculous. There is no doubt in my mind that if I hadn’t taken all the precautions of vaccines and boosters ahead of this, I would have been in much worse shape. And the Paxlovid really helped to turn things around. Risks of long Covid are real, especially when my immune system is already compromised from both scleroderma and Sjögren’s Syndrome. Even if I experience a Covid rebound (which can happen after stopping Paxlovid), I’m confident that another five days on Paxlovid is worth it, and quite manageable. So far, so good.

Happily, we are both on the mend. Fatigue is still a factor, but not as bad as previously. I tested negative with a rapid test eight days after my positive test. PCR results may remain positive for a while because they pick up fragments of the virus, even when you’re no longer really contagious.

In any case, I intend to wear my mask in public long after I need to (five days past the five-day isolation period) according to post-Covid protocol. Just to be careful. I do not want to get re-infected, especially in the weeks leading up to our rescheduled trip.

I hope you are well and free of all this. I am grateful for all the medical advances that enabled me and Al to get better relatively quickly and never get severely ill. Covid is not to be messed with. Stay safe.

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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Airborne Again

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After 27 months of mostly staying put, I finally got on an airplane once again. And, just as I did in March 2020, right before Covid shut down the world, I flew to Philadelphia to see our younger daughter. We had been planning this visit for months, hoping that neither of us would contract the virus last minute and have to scuttle the trip. Thank goodness, we both tested negative on Thursday night, the evening before my Friday morning flight.

And so, I found myself back in the stressful world of air travel, with its crowds and TSA checks and worries about whether my flight would actually be on time or late or, at worst, cancelled due to lack of available aircraft or staff. Thank goodness, the weather held, the flight was on time, and I survived feeling squished in a cramped, worn-out seat. And yes, I wore a mask from the moment the shared van picked me up at home until I stepped out into the warm June morning and found my daughter, waiting for me in her car.

And we had a great visit. Photos below include some of the highlights: a walk through the Magic Garden of mosaics in South Philly, my first in-person view of the Liberty Bell, an abortion rights rally outside the National Constitution Center—one day after the Roe decision came down from SCOTUS—with Pennsylvania Attorney General Josh Shapiro (Democratic candidate in the crucial gubernatorial race this fall) and 1,500 citizens, a stroll down historic Elfreth’s Alley, and a brief but wonderful tour of Independence Hall and “the room where it happened”—debates over the Declaration of Independence, the Articles of Confederation, and what was to become the U.S. Constitution. Oh, and a lot of great meals.

Flying back on Sunday morning was a bit less smooth: my flight was delayed about 25 minutes because the co-pilot had to arrive from a separate flight, due to last minute staffing issues. Given all the SNAFUs that could have evolved from that one logistical issue, including a delayed arrival of the co-pilot leading to time-out issues for the rest of the crew (yes, this once happened to me), it was a relatively minor inconvenience. Overall, the trip was a home run.

How appropriate to visit Philadelphia at this critical inflection point in our nation’s history, how meaningful to be able to share it all with my younger daughter—and how great to feel like I can travel afar, relatively safely, once again.

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.

Venturing Out

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It’s been years since Al and I went to a wedding in the Before Times. This spring-summer-fall, we have four. The first was this past Sunday evening, the celebration of a young couple’s wedding that actually took place two years ago. After several postponements due to Covid, they had a reaffirmation of vows and a big bash at a country club, about an hour’s drive from our home.

The weather was hot, in the 90s, as thunderheads slowly filled the horizon. Despite one threatening rumble, however, the storm passed us by, the couple had a lovely outdoor ceremony and a romantic photo shoot, and we all moved on to the party indoors in a cavernous event space.

Now, Al and I had our K95 masks for the indoor bash, but the vast majority of guests went without. A few other older adults wore masks, so we didn’t feel completely alone, and even a couple of younger guests did, too. No one made any snide comments, thank goodness. Still, it was a bit awkward to be among the very few covering our noses and mouths, even as I was aware that the crowd included medical professionals and others who believed in vaccines.

At the same time, there was no way I was going to chance it maskless. We’re still in a pandemic, even if almost everyone wants to forget about it. I cannot take any undue risks, given my scleroderma, and neither can Al. Fortunately, we were seated at the back row of tables, and the only other couple at our table wore masks, as well. The rest of the place settings remained empty because, we later learned, those people had cancelled last minute due to medical risks and worries about the Omicron surge. The other couple never removed their masks, avoided the meal, and stayed only part-way through the party.

So we ended up with the best possible setting, by ourselves at a large round table, well distanced from others, while we ate. We danced a little, wearing masks, staying at the edge of the dance floor. And we left after dessert. We both enjoyed ourselves and were very glad that we could celebrate with the happy couple, family, and friends.

I’m hoping that we made the right decisions and have avoided exposure to the virus. So far, a day later, I feel fine, and so does Al. I don’t know when we’ll ever get back to “normal,” whatever that means now. I’m not ready to eat indoors at a restaurant, where we have no idea if others are even vaccinated and the space is more confined (with one exception back in April that worked out okay). I’m starting to plan some travel this summer that requires flights. I’m investigating travel insurance that covers sickness from Covid.

While the introvert in me has managed quite well, thank you, with limiting in-person socializing since March 2020, I now need to get out and about again—beyond just trips to the doctor, small family gatherings, short errands, or our synagogue, where I help to set our Covid policies and we have strict vaccination and masking rules in place that have proven prudent. We’ve enjoyed some lovely, albeit limited, long weekend getaways, and my two writing retreats over the past two years have been godsends. But my world now just feels too small.

So, it’s time to venture forth. It’s time to not be cowed by what-ifs, while taking appropriate safety measures, regardless of what others are doing. Much as I hate wearing my mask, I will continue to do so when in crowds or other Covid-risky situations, both inside and out, as I go.

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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