The Dreaded COVID

I was in the final countdown to my 80^th birthday when COVID struck. The Typhoid Mary in this case was my brother-in-law, who was convinced that he had a cold. I should have known better. I did know better and began to get concerned after day two of being with him and my sister—but too late! His doctor gave him an infusion of anti-viral meds. His wife, my sister, wound up in the hospital with COVID in her lungs; she was treated with lots of drugs including Remdesivir, an anti-viral medicine that presidents are given when they catch the virus. They are both responding well to treatment.

I didn’t test positive until three days later. The faint pink line sealed my fate! My symptoms are relatively mild, and with any luck they will stay that way. I had the Bivalent vaccine over three weeks ago and hope it works. I just got my eyebrows permanently affixed, so I’m not sure if my head hurts from the procedure or from COVID. The curse of COVID: is it really the virus or sinus problems, the flu, or a common cold?

If anyone thinks the pandemic is over, think again.

Published by Carole J. Garrison

I’m a conversationalist, an observer, a passionate participant in life. And now, in my later years, I’m a recorder of the lessons of my life through essays, stories, and novels. I live in the fourth moment of life, just outside the normal distribution of most people and it is from this place that I write. View more posts