Evening Edition

The week started out Great! I went to the library and checked out some good books and CDs, then took a walk around downtown, soaking up the almost-spring sun.

Unfortunately, Casey was at home, feeling like crap, coughing, and blowing his nose. All of Eville seems to be covered with the Big Winter Viruses: Covid, Flu, and RSV. I guess the the poor old common cold has been overwhelmed by those guys. I felt kind of smug that I was feeling fine, but took good care of him with comfort food and medicine. He was still sick for Mardi Gras, so the festivities were curtailed (there’s a lot of leftover jambalaya in the freezer).

By Wednesday, he was a little better, but I was starting to weaken, and by Thursday I was the sicker of us. Since he’d gotten better in three days, I expected the same, but this morning (the fourth day) I was still wheezing and feeling increasingly short of breath, so off I went to the Urgent Care. It was as pleasant an experience as you can have at the doctors’ office – short wait, friendly nurses, smart doctor, and effective breathing treatment. It seems I have RSV. Huh. That’s the vaccine I didn’t get this year. Huh. I meant to go back for it after I got the first two, but didn’t make it. I bet I will next year. I picked up my prescriptions on the way home – Steroid, inhaler, antibiotic – and now I feel slightly worse, but hopeful.

So that’s it. I’m just lying around reading and blowing streams of snot from my nose between fits of productive coughing.

I’m going to feel better tomorrow, by golly! I’ll also be wearing a mask if I see you next week, ’cause I really don’t want to spread this around. It’s quite miserable. I hope I have more to report next week. Take care of yourself, dear Reader.

Peace