I found out that I had Covid yesterday. Well, feck! Feckity, feck, feck, feck, feck, feck. It had gone one mostly unsuspected as:

1) I had taken two home-Covid tests that turned out negative.

2) I had gone to urgent care a week before where the doctor did not suspect Covid nor even gave me a test for it.

3) A sign of having Covid is running a temperature. I still am not running a temperature.

4) Pinkeye was not linked to Covid.

5) I ran into a new variant of Covid that had dispensed with the temperature foolerie and with the Great Big Brotherhood of Man, had welcomed Pink Eye into its viral world and made it at hame.

Why had this happened to me?

Just lucky, I guess.

I have spent most of the last two days in bed, drifting between oblivion and coughing up phlegm.

There is a rare, comparatively lengthy moment where I don’t feel like Dresden. So I am writing this blog.

In my semi-lucid states, I have had several moments to birth semi-lucid thoughts about viruses. Combine that with previous snippets about Paul’s Flying Squirrel Squadron, I took tentative steps toward a new novel, The Virus, The Squirrel, and Me.

I have to go now. Writing all this has utterly exhausted me.

My semi-lucid state beckons me.

– Paul De Lancey

It’s 4:19 am and I am waiting for urgent care to open. I’m coughing hard and constantly around the clock. I’ve been to urgent care twice in the last week. I hope this time they’ll know what to do. I’m utterly worn out physically and emotionally.

– Paul De Lancey

My pinkeye is mostly gone, knock on wood. I also seem to getting better, but ever so slowly. The first two hours after getting up and the last two hours before sleeping are taken up by non-stop coughing. I also cough my self awake two or three times each night. I am ever so exhausted and depressed. I’ve had up to 200 colds in my lifetime and this is truly the most vicious one.

I haven’t felt like eating for days and my stomach is upset when I do. All I really want to do during the day is sleep, but then before too long I’ll cough myself awake again.

I’m sorry that I have posted anything funny or uplifting in a while. I was going to post a picture of flowers by my home, but that intiative is beyond me.

Maybe soon.

Paul De Lancey

I was  hoping to show a nice picture of follows, but no that’s too much effort for me. My pinkeye is getting better. Unfortunately, I’m coughing so much phlegm and mucous that I’m becoming dehydrated to the point that peeing is sometimes not possible; there’s not enough liquid in me for that. I’m trying to do better drinking more. I had a little scare driving home that made me think I might be getting cataracts. But I don’t think so. I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to do anything.

Please send kind thoughts and prayers,

Thank you,

I’ll be ever so grateful.

– Paul De Lancey

I’m getting somewhat better. I’m doing productive coughs, coughing up phlegm instead of nothing. But my gosh, how could so much phlegm has existed in just two lungs. I mave had added a fifth ailment, ear aches.

I took a friend to surgery today.  She needed it more than I needed rest.

Ugh, I’ve spent maybe 10% with colds, but this is one of the worst.

Ugh.

– Paul De Lancey

Did you hear about the bear with the punchline at the end of infinity?

You never get to it

Long, frustrating day helping friend. I’m spent.

– Paul De Lancey