Dept. of COVID, Updated
Sunday, 15 January 2023 02:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaffy_rUpdate: I'm Still Positive
The good news is that Bob finally tested negative the day before yesterday. The bad news was that he was still in incredible pain, and we ended up going to an urgent care place (getting an appointment with his doctor? Ha! And I repeat - ha!) to see why this was the case and if the reason might be influenza. Bob's had his annual flu shot, but he also has COPD, and he was coughing up a storm. They tested him for COVID, and for influenza; he came back negative. So the nurse practitioner hazarded a guess that he'd picked up an opportunistic bacterial infection. He's now almost finished his amoxicillin Rx, and he is much, much better.
The bad news is that I've been testing positive ever since Jan. 3. I did some reading (CDC, etc.) to see if a 12-day stretch of testing positive is completely out of the ordinary, and what options I have in terms of when I can stop isolating (to the extent I've been able; I've had to go out, double-masked, a couple of times.) Unfortunately, there's more than one answer,, so I'm stewing quietly, and hoping that tomorrow's test is better. In the mean time, I feel like I'm fighting a bad cold. Gah,
I watched all four days of L'Affaire de Spineless Kevin. I found myself sardonically amused at the fact that I disagreed with a lot of experts who were predicting that McCarthy wouldn't win the speakership of the U.S. House. And he did, and I was right, and they were wrong - and I wish I'd been wrong. God, we're in for massively petty meanness and inchoate self-pitying MAGA World snowflakeishness. (If that isn't a word, it should be) over the next two years. Just imagining having to see Jim/Gym Jordan with a committee gavel in his hand makes my gorge rise.
Why yes, I am partisan; why do you ask? And why should I not be? There's no more room for compromise, and we shouldn't fool ourselves about that. OK, maybe in the Senate; the House is a lost cause.
And of course, now that a precious few classified documents have been found at a couple of Biden's properties - which his attorneys immediately reported to the DOJ and the National Archives - MAGA World is absolutely giddy with "See? Your guy does it, too!" reactions. I'm tired of these people, y'all. And we've got too many years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds of them.
I've had a difficult time settling down to write, either my fiction, or here. But I'm going to keep trying. Maybe I can do a couple of the Fandom Snowflake exercises, I can get back up to full power.
But right now, I'm tired, and my head aches, and I want to get some type of hot tea into me. Or perhaps a hot tisane; we got a bunch for Christmas, and I'd like to try some of them. Maybe one of them will make me feel better (even if it's only a placebo effect.)
The good news is that Bob finally tested negative the day before yesterday. The bad news was that he was still in incredible pain, and we ended up going to an urgent care place (getting an appointment with his doctor? Ha! And I repeat - ha!) to see why this was the case and if the reason might be influenza. Bob's had his annual flu shot, but he also has COPD, and he was coughing up a storm. They tested him for COVID, and for influenza; he came back negative. So the nurse practitioner hazarded a guess that he'd picked up an opportunistic bacterial infection. He's now almost finished his amoxicillin Rx, and he is much, much better.
The bad news is that I've been testing positive ever since Jan. 3. I did some reading (CDC, etc.) to see if a 12-day stretch of testing positive is completely out of the ordinary, and what options I have in terms of when I can stop isolating (to the extent I've been able; I've had to go out, double-masked, a couple of times.) Unfortunately, there's more than one answer,, so I'm stewing quietly, and hoping that tomorrow's test is better. In the mean time, I feel like I'm fighting a bad cold. Gah,
I watched all four days of L'Affaire de Spineless Kevin. I found myself sardonically amused at the fact that I disagreed with a lot of experts who were predicting that McCarthy wouldn't win the speakership of the U.S. House. And he did, and I was right, and they were wrong - and I wish I'd been wrong. God, we're in for massively petty meanness and inchoate self-pitying MAGA World snowflakeishness. (If that isn't a word, it should be) over the next two years. Just imagining having to see Jim/Gym Jordan with a committee gavel in his hand makes my gorge rise.
Why yes, I am partisan; why do you ask? And why should I not be? There's no more room for compromise, and we shouldn't fool ourselves about that. OK, maybe in the Senate; the House is a lost cause.
And of course, now that a precious few classified documents have been found at a couple of Biden's properties - which his attorneys immediately reported to the DOJ and the National Archives - MAGA World is absolutely giddy with "See? Your guy does it, too!" reactions. I'm tired of these people, y'all. And we've got too many years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds of them.
I've had a difficult time settling down to write, either my fiction, or here. But I'm going to keep trying. Maybe I can do a couple of the Fandom Snowflake exercises, I can get back up to full power.
But right now, I'm tired, and my head aches, and I want to get some type of hot tea into me. Or perhaps a hot tisane; we got a bunch for Christmas, and I'd like to try some of them. Maybe one of them will make me feel better (even if it's only a placebo effect.)
