On Thursday night, I slept a bit and sat up reading on laptop in living room. I went back to bed at 7 am and got up at 12:30 pm. Tommy was standing in front of his chair, lights off, very still, both hands on one arm of the chair. I asked him what he was doing. "Trying to stand up." He feels awful, has covid.
He tested. Afterwards, he decided to go to urgent care. Doctor prescribed paxlovid but phamacist would not give him Paxlovid until talking to his doctor on Monday. The pharmacist had questions and will not fill the prescription until Monday when pharm talks to Tommy's regular doctor.
I can tell he feels awful. I feel a bit better, just a bit. I wish we felt better to face the stress of the weath warnings tonight. He is probably going to feel worse having to wait until Monday for med.
My temp is normal. OA is 98. Cardiologist said so far, heart is okay. Later will tell if there is a problem. I have quit coughing except for rare fits of coughing. No more wheezing. Same with sneezing. Nose quit hurting. Now, I have pain and extreme tiredness all over, worse than normal for me.
There is baked chicken from freezer, taco soup, chicken thighs, and a pork loin that needs to be cooked. I will somehow put two helping of the taco soup into the freezer.
Ate a pack of crackers and a bit of taco soup. And, a spoon of frosting.
Psycho frightened me again!
