The Dreaded C Word

Silly me, I thought I had some magical powers and when Covid was floating around for the last four years, somehow it would go around me! But fate caught up with me this week and I’m down for the count.

I remember the first time I heard the C word. I was in Oaxaca painting with a group of women. It was February 2020 and I was feeling a bit under the weather after a month of traveling. While talking on the phone to my daughter in California, she asked if I was sure I didn’t have Covid? Mmmm. What’s that? I clearly was out of touch.

Lisa knew this week before I did that I was positive, having dealt with her own and her mom’s multiple infections. I woke her up two nights in a row with a raging headache and body aches. Something I’ve never done in thirty years. She’s a saint and knew just what to do.

We dug out our one and only remaining home test (expired) and sure enough double lines = positive. I’ve been terrified of getting Covid, because of “coexisting conditions”. I have asthma.

So far so good, except Lisa is also infected. This is new territory for me. The body aches are the weirdest. I feel like I’ve been doing pushups. Following the new Center For Disease Control Guidelines, we’re isolating appropriately. Fingers crossed Covid releases me from its grip soon. For now, rest and y’all be careful out there.

DOS TORTAS

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