'Rona diaries, part 2

The cruel part of this disease is that there are a lot of unknowns. I don't know when I was exposed to it, I don't know who I came in contact with that had it and I'm not even certain what day my symptoms started. 

I do know what day I tested positive, so I know that that counts as day one. Or maybe that's considered day zero? I'm not even sure about that. Does it even matter at this point?

So far I know that this disease is cruel. If my early symptoms were considered mild, and if this is what it feels fully vaccinated and boosted, then I understand why millions have died of this over the past 2.5 years.

The pain is horrible.

In the thick of it, I wondered a lot if it was the worst pain I've ever felt. In the middle of my coughing fits the other night, I didn't come up with an answer on whether COVID is more painful than the most painful thing I've ever experienced.

I could sugar coat it, not tell anyone about, and I could just keep my mouth shut. 

I'm not going to.

The pain that night felt like the worst altitude sickness that I've ever had. Every single inch of my body hurt. It hurt to move.

On top of that pain, it felt like every single tooth in my mouth was abscessed and needed a root canal. I actually looked at my back teeth to see if they were cracked. 

And on top on that, it felt like I had an ear infection in both ears. 

The pain was that bad. 

I didn't sleep that night. I finally slept a little when light started coming in my windows the next morning. 

There's medicine that you can take to lesson your symptoms, and on my second day of symptoms, I made a call to my doctor's office to see if I could get it. I figured I'd need all the help I can get.

I started on that medicine 24 hours ago, and the difference I feel is night and day. 

I'm functional today. I feel pretty normal, and I feel pretty good.

It seems crazy to me that one day I felt terrible and the next day I'm looking forward to the day I can leave my house and be normal again.

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The medication has several side effects, one being an altered sense of taste. I can still taste and smell, and I really, really wish that wasn't the case.

Compared to my pain problem earlier this week, this is not an actual problem, just something slightly irritating that absolutely won't matter in the grand scheme of things.

My current problem is that almost everything tastes like soap, metal or sand.  

Ice water tastes like soap. Iced tea? Soap. 

Banana? Sand. 

Chocolate? Kind of like chocolate, with a squirt of a Dawn aftertaste.

Macaroni salad? Metal. 

The only thing that tastes decent is Gatorade, and I am downing that like crazy.

I'll take this problem over my previous problems this week, hands down. 

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I've also gotten an inside look at what my dogs do all day, which is nothing. Haha.