It’s not like I didn’t know it, but this Covid business is no joke.
I heard a conversation on NPR this afternoon about the new omicron variants, especially BA2.12.1, which spreads about 50% faster each week than the original omicron variant. A “bump” or surge will likely happen in a month or two. These new variants have “mutations that allow them to re-infect people who have already had an omicron infection.” The good news, I guess, is that there isn’t evidence that these new variants cause more severe disease than the previous omicron. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like vaccination will offer a lot of protection against infection against them, though it still gives “excellent protection against severe disease and hospitalization.”
I am double vaxxed and double boosted, receiving the second booster mid-March. I hate to think how sick I would have gotten without that protection.
A day or so after I started taking Paxlovid, I saw a headline: U.S. Seeks ‘Urgent’ Data on Covid Relapses After Using Pfizer’s Drug. In this ever-evolving Covid drama, there is always more to learn. The theory seems to be that the five-day course isn’t enough for everyone’s immune system to handle whatever leftover virus remains at the end. They start replicating, thus making us sick again. Or, as a friend said, “You can’t trust that bitch Covid.”
I took the final dose of Paxlovid two days ago. While I felt somewhat better almost immediately after starting it, today is the first day I’m not blowing my nose constantly. The metallic taste that appeared five days into Covid (a common symptom said the lovely CVS nurse) seems to have finally abated. My energy is still sub-par, which I know is also a common experience.
I wish having had it conferred more than temporary, at best, immunity. (I just heard yesterday about someone who has gotten it three times.) I was angry at the people who proclaim they’re “done with Covid” before I got sick. I knew that Covid wasn’t done with us and that the more they took off their masks, the less safe I became. While Covid may become endemic for much of the population, until there are widely available treatments, I don’t foresee that becoming true for people my age or those who are immunocompromised. It’s an interesting way to face one’s last years.
I’m not giving up on socializing but what that will look like as the months and years go on is anybody’s guess. I know I’m not planning on eating in an indoor restaurant again anytime soon.
I started this blog in March of 2020, and I still invite you to share your thoughts and experiences. There is no way I could have imagined then that such a thing as a Corona Support system — blog or otherwise — would still matter more than two years later. In the first post, I wrote: “We don’t have to feel so alone. It is my hope that this space can help us feel less isolated.” More than twenty-four months later, I can’t tell you how much it means to me to be in this community with you as I recover from Covid. Thank you for your support. It makes a difference.