Quarantine is pretty much “medical” theater as applied to the Chinese Wuhan Kung-Flu. Today’s my 10th day pretending to be so ill that my presence is a danger to the larger society outside my Stepford front door. My wife’s 10th quarantine day was yesterday.
Treatment & Symptoms
On 28 December, my doctor told me, “You’re positive and you win the 12 Meds of Covid!” A Z-pack, three or four palliatives, a couple of vitamins. Because I respect my doctor and disliked the nuisance symptoms I was experiencing, I complied with the prescribed medicinal regimen. Biggest hassles? Loose stools and fatigue, some dizziness, and more fatigue.
Edit: Forgot to mention loss of olfactory and taste. Also, a more or less continual metallic taste in my mouth – so, altered sense of taste versus total loss of that sense. You know what bugs me most about that? Coffee tastes lousy. Remember when you were a kid and took the foil from Hostess Ding Dongs and formed them to your teeth to pretend you had braces or metal teeth? That’s the metallic taste I’m talking about.
Let’s see, what changed? Not much.
We skipped worship service last Sunday. The sermon was available yesterday and I listened to most of it in the evening. If there’d been a video linked to the church app, I’d’ve probably watched it, but I liked that I got to skip the musical part of the service. I like singing as much as the next guy, and I love to hear my wife and son singing, but sometimes the audio presence during congregational singing is overloud.
I fueled up one of the cars and trusted gasoline fumes at the pump to neutralize any weaponized Chinese breath molecules that may have lighted upon surfaces thereat. I forgot to wear a mask. Didn’t talk to anyone closer than seven or eight feet, though.
We loaned one of our cars to a friend who’s two vehicles are unavailable for use. I hope the Trump sticker in the back window doesn’t get him put on some kind of Communist hit list. I left the key fob on the car’s roof with a couple of Wet Ones wipes. Did offer to run the ozone generator in the car or loan it with the car, but our friend didn’t think that was necessary. I again forgot to wear a mask but was at no time closer than 12 feet during our brief conversation.
Been bike riding at midday, sometimes with my son, sometimes alone. I never wear a mask while riding because I want to be able to breathe without restriction. And I don’t really talk to people while riding, anyway.
So what’s really changed?
For the first time in years, I’ve not set any wake-up alarms because I haven’t been going anywhere in the mornings.
It’s been 10 days without a trip to the gym. Because I haven’t been lifting weights and doing much cardio work, I haven’t been as hungry. I’ve lost a little weight and have been also doing intermittent fasting – 16 hours from supper to next meal.
I took two sick days – 29 and 30 December. Last two days of that week were holidays. I’d already arranged to take this week as personal leave. Partial quarantine isn’t how I initially planned to spend the week. And since our son will have to quarantine from school through the 14th, no quiet alone time for me. No, he’s got no diagnosis, but his 20 day asymptomatic quarantine is part of our nation’s medical theater game. So, he’ll be engaged in distance learning.
Three or four days, in the afternoons, I’ve taken naps. Just conked out. That’s been pleasant.
Done a lot of reading, but that’s not really a change.