Stay healthy, kids

I realize I haven't spoken (written?) about my adventure for the past week so this is just to chronicle that bit of madness. I'd started to feel a little "odd" about Tuesday of last week. A little tired. A little achy. A slight headache. I thought that this was just the back end of getting through my period (sometimes that whammies me more than usual) so I sort of shrugged it off. I went to work as usual on Wednesday, but by the time of the end of my shift, the headache had gotten way worse. I was trying to pound out some pizza dough and every single time my hands hit the counter, a wave of pain just shot up to my head. I was grateful to get home, get in the shower, and then get to bed.

Then, Thursday morning, I woke up and couldn't get my eyes open for the pain. My head felt like it was wedged in a vise, a very tight affair where every single movement of my head resulted in waves of new, awful pain. I get migraines. I understand the pain of an awful, awful headache. But this was different. This was happening all throughout my head. Veins were popping out the side of my head, almost comically. Almost like the manga/anime trope of a vein popping at the side of the character's head when they're vexed. And I was vexed. I'd also noticed a tightness in my chest (uh-oh) and shortness of breath and the need to go to the bathroom much more often (to shake off the nausea and whatever was roiling in my stomach). I had convinced myself that I had COVID. 

Called in sick that afternoon.

Then came the attempt in finding a test so I could figure out whether or not I actually had COVID. easy as it is to get a vaccine now, it's still very hard to get a timely COVID test. Luckily, I was able to book one at an urgent care clinic for Tuesday. So I had to quarantine myself at home until then. I spent the next few days in the throes of pain, nausea, tiredness, and sleep. Sometimes it hurt too much to sleep. Sometimes I'd be awake at ungodly hours in the morning because the headache had subsided and I was deathly afraid that if I went to bed, the headache would creep back in while I slept. It was a wild time.

It wasn't COVID.

But with the EVERYTHING that's going on now, I worried that I might catch it, even fully vaccinated. But, I'm grateful that it's not COVID. I'm just angry at this flu/head cold/whatever this was that robbed me of a week of living. 

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