Monthly Archives: May 2024

– Paul De Lancey

I am doing a tremendous amount of fitful sleeping. I waft effortlessly in and out of consciousness. Sometimes the only way is to notice the choherence is my thinking; believing I can cure my illness by deleting corrupted spreadsheets is but one salient example of sleep thinking.

My ears are so stuffed up. My hearing is so bad.

I’m so tired of all of this. I started getting sick from something else 27-to-34 days ago. It sure looks like I caught Covid by May 3. Covid was finally diagnosed on May 11.

Thanks to everyone for all your kind wishes and thoughts. They help my morale ever so much.

– Paul De Lancey.

I am getting better, but I still have headaches all day long, some coughing, my eyes are sometimes scratchy. I’m always tired and a drift in and out of sleep all day. I now have a tiny appetite. I miss communicating more

– Paul De Lancey

I’m not coughing up  as much. I’m eating a tiny bit, an egg. Still that’s an improvement. Tomorrow, I hope to go outside and look at the flowers outside. Just in, Number Two Son, is going to In N Our Burger. I’m going to try a burger wrap. I know, yhis is a big step forward, if I can eat it all and keep it down. Busy day as things go around here lately.

Bye for now.

– Paul De Lancey

I’m getting a little better, but I’m still so tired, I still have almost no appetite, and my hearing is quite poor.

Thanks for all the well wishes.

– Paul De Lancey

I got a little better, but I used up too much of my precious energy solving a problem that  wasn’t my fault (Data shouldn’t be entered in random order!)

Number One Son is not coming home because of my Covid.

Life stinks.

– Paul De Lancey

My coughs aren’t brining up as a much phlegm as before and I don’t string together as many coughs as a I used to. However,  I still coughed myself awake every hour while trying to sleep, I don’t think I’ll get to see much of Number One Son when he comes home on the 17th. Sigh.

– Paul De Lancey

Now that I’ve finally been diagnosed with covid, I’m getting the stuff I need. I still mostly lie on the bed, drifting in an out of sleep.

Thanks for all the kind thoughts and prayers.

– Paul De Lancey

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