Ed and I first got Covid on August 25th. There went our trip to Italy.

After a rough start, we didn’t have too bad a time of it, mostly fatigue, sniffles, and some continued stomach troubles for me (Because my stomach is always ready to rumble!) After a week of that, we both tested negative. (Thank heavens for Paxlovid.) Happy days! We decided to spend another week in isolation just to be sure we didn’t infect anyone in our immediate family, and then we cautiously went back to our usual-since-Covid routine of masking in public places, staying out of crowded situations, and keeping our distance from others. But we were delighted to be able to keep each other company again. Or so we thought.

One long weekend of enjoying each other’s company and I have a rebound Covid infection! I have jokingly told my husband over the years that I am allergic to him. Well, seems his viral load became mine and it was a bit too much for my immunocompromised body. (And, yeah, Paxlovid does have a record of allowing rebound infections. Probably the dose needs to be longer than five days.)

So here I am, back in bed with the mother of all sinus infections, and calling upon my husband to do things I can’t quite manage. (Sure, I’ll talk to the doctor if you get her on the phone.) Minor brain fog has been a problem for me since first infection.

So—I’ll be back to more entertaining postings soon, I hope. In the meantime, get your booster and stay well. If I hadn’t been as vaxxed as possible, my story could have been much more tragic.