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- So Covid was fun…
Hubby and I took a cruise to Alaska. Alaska gave me Covid.
I’d had four jabs before, the most recent a few weeks before the cruise. (I just got the new bivalent booster, yay!) The Covid itself was kind of like a bad cold, except with waaaaaay more fatigue. I didn’t develop my usual asthma Cough of Doom, since my immunologist immediately prescribed me an extra inhaler.
I’m very susceptible to upper respiratory infections, I have asthma, I have fibromyalgia, and my doctors and I have suspected for a long time that I may have some sort of immune deficiency. Covid hit me like a bad cold, but it could have been so much worse if not for being vaccinated/boosted.
The main symptoms took about a week or so to resolve.
And then the long Covid symptoms hit. My nervous system decided to inflame damn near everything. I knew already that if I even survived Covid, I would get long Covid; I just didn’t know what it would be like for me.
A lot of folks who have fibromyalgia have skin pain symptoms (allodynia) along with everything else. I had, for a long time, considered myself lucky to have escaped that particular fibromyalgia symptom.
Well, not anymore. Yay.
My skin aches. It’s like a giant bruise over large portions of my body that comes and goes.
And my fibromyalgia symptoms of joint/muscle pain and fatigue went through the goddamn roof. I tested negative in early June, and long Covid is still here.
I am getting better. Slowly. It’s hard to have patience, though. I go to the grocery store, and have to go to bed afterwards. My good days are finally starting to outnumber my bad ones, though.
I’m back dog sitting, though I can’t be as active as I was. But I am lucky. Damn lucky. Not only to have survived the disease that’s taken friends, but to have a job where I can take the time I need to rest and exercise as I can.
It’s still going to be a long journey back to where I was before.
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