August 20, 2020 turned out to be a very important day. I remember going to bed the night before, and not feeling great. I woke up that Thursday morning and was in terrible shape. My headache stretched from my eyebrows to the middle of my back. It felt like a knife was under my right shoulder blade twisting into my lung. I assumed it was a horrible arthritis flare, but acknowledged I had never felt like this before. Covid-19 didn’t even cross my mind. Why? I had no fever, and I had no cough.
I called in sick on the 20th and was in bed all day. I could barely lift my head off the pillow and I was exhausted. All of the normal pain medications I would use were not working. I took Tylenol, ibuprophen, gabapentin, and more. Nothing was breaking this clenching pain. I am rarely so sick that I truly cannot do anything, but this was one of those days. I called in sick to work and decided to just try and sleep it off. That was 5 weeks ago.
Now when we look back, we see this week differently. My daughter remembers her allergies bothering her. None of us had much of an appetite, and food wasn’t tasting good. We were tired, but of course we are tired, we are a busy family. As someone with an autoimmune disease, I am very in tune with the fact there are good days and bad days. I know that one day I might feel terrible, but the next day I am fine. I was really expecting this horrible migraine to be just that and I that would be back on my feet the next day.
I supposed there were moments that Covid crossed my mind. One of my bosses mentioned that it was the first thing she thought of when I mentioned my headache. We receive a lot of information about the virus, and I quickly learned a lot of it is partial, or complete, misinformation. Maybe that is why I started blogging. I needed to find a place where I can say what I know to be true outside of the politics, the vitriol, and social media.
I would think that a person could not argue with the truth.