This week we had a new fun wrench thrown into things… Quinn, Zach, and I all got covid.
Quinn succumbed first, but he had just gotten his cold and flu vaccines a few days before so at first I thought it was side effects from the shots. I finally tested him on Monday, Zach tested positive on Wednesday, and then me on Thursday. So far Donovan, my mom, and my dad have stayed in the clear, and hopefully will remain that way as we try to isolate and mask when around each other.
Zach and I got on Paxlovid pretty quickly which has definitely helped with symptoms. Zach is getting to find out what chemo mouth is like (the paxlovid metallic taste is very similar). Quinn is just about back to normal, and hopefully thanks to the meds Zach and I soon will be, too.
Because everything must always happen all at once, this past week was also when we started a long-awaited project to fix the foundation on our house, which has meant that while we’ve been sick and quarantining at home, we’ve been serenaded by the gentle sounds of jackhammering and drilling…
It’s been a little rough feeling trapped at home, first by chemo exhaustion and now with covid. I’m really missing having more normalcy in my life, and feeling some fomo/jealousy about friends going out and doing fun things with other people, etc. I’m really focusing on getting through each day, and making that an accomplishment in itself… and that’s been helping a lot, actually. Along with journaling. The weekend has also provided a nice break from construction, and the weather has been perfect to spend a lot of time in the yard which is a nice change of scenery from all that time in bed.
