I'd say I was starting to get back on my feet again, but that's not really true. It's more like I'm able to get back into a chair again. We all ended up coming down with Covid except Mom and it was worse than 2020. I had the worst symptoms of everyone, but my nose and my son's nose would not test positive until Thanksgiving, so we were the last ones to get put on the medication. At least that means DH was semi able to help me, since he was feeling a bit better, because I was so weak on two of the days I needed someone to help we walk to the bathroom and back.
The paxlovid has helped a lot. The fireball body fever is gone, the lobster face and the pot it was boiling me in is gone, the cough down to my navel is more up in the bronchials and throat, the blinding headache has turned into a mild one, my ears are unblocked, my nose is unblocked and just runny, I'm only sleeping 15 hours instead of 22, and I can have a conversation, and hold both thoughts and plots in my head, which means I can watch a show again. But I still sound like a foghorn, feel exhausted, fall asleep almost every time I close my eyes, and am still weak and can't be trusted to carry a bowl from the microwave to the tray table in my room, not even a plastic one.
Eating properly went out the window and I lost 5 pounds while sick. The first two days was just chicken broth. The third day was eggs and chicken broth. Then it was Thanksgiving and that was the day I was positive. That day I had a pudding cup because my throat was so sore, started my dose, and I slept the clock around, woke up, took my dose, and slept the clock around again. After that I started eating half a can of soup once a day and a pudding cup once a day. The medicine tastes bad and it takes the taste out. Today I had half a sandwich with some actual protein with lettuce on it for breakfast and the other half for lunch. That's all and that will probably be all.
I figure it is the best I can do for now. I am trying not to make DH do too much for me. He is trying to work from home. I can make a sandwich and put it in a plastic container with a lid. That way if I drop it on the way to my room it isn't ruined and doesn't need to be cleaned up. I did, by the way, drop it, but I just pushed it to my room with my foot and alls well that ended well. Sat down in my chair and picked it up with my reacher, because if I put my head below my knees, the dizziness is off the charts with this thing, and it was none the worse for wear.
Mom has been good about getting our prescriptions and she picked up some cans of soup and sandwich makings from the store. I'm glad I had cash leftover from the previous payday, because the Thanksgiving payday was not going to happen. I'm not even sure if we'll make it there at all this week. Maybe on Friday. DH is supposed to be safe by then to go out in public again, so if he feels up to it he can drive to the bank. But he doesn't have to.
I have $160 in the beef fund (I used quite a bit of what I had in there when I was canning meat), I have $82 left in the grocery envelope, and I have $75 in the household envelope, and if we need to touch it, I have $550 in my allowance folder. I would not want to touch that since I am saving up that money towards either a new computer or stuff for the garden, I haven't decided yet, since my computer is not that old. It would obviously be replaced, but I know how that can go and would rather not do that. Anyway, wiht the first 3 things, there is $317 we can tap, so that should be sufficient.
So we should be okay, whether we can make it the credit union this week or not. Probably even if we can't make it there until the payday on the 23rd, so it only is an issue with cash, everything else is either writing a check or making an online payment or is an automatic payment. Life in the 2020's, you know.