This latest setback is a flashback to March 2020. After I was teetering on the border of sick all week last week, last night into today Ryan's nose got super stuffy and his head was pounding, and then a hand to his forehead told me he'd better take a covid test.
Unlike my tests all week last week, which had only one clear pink line at the top of the test, his sample immediately activated, raising the lower pink line before we had even set the timer for the test to incubate. *sigh*
Though now the CDC has changed their recommendations to simply "resume normal activities when you feel fine" covid still just feels more serious than a regular cold or flu. Ryan donned a mask and went to the doctor, determining if he should get paxlovid, or just a cough suppressant and decongestant (the latter was determined to be enough) and I sat in my dining room, mulling over how different things would have been if we had this same outcome 3-4 years ago.
On the plus side, this illness is more of an inconvenience now than anything else, the worst part is the waiting game to see if anyone he has been around in the last few days falls sick, too, or if he was back home from his weekend at pig sales before he became contagious.
I can't help but selfishly hope that whatever I fought off last week was enough to make my immune system strong enough to shut this virus down. Though if I do end up sick again and having to cancel my weekend trip to San Diego, I know worse things have happened, and worse things will.
Here's hoping the "lamb" half of March starts soon.