This past Friday, I woke up feeling like an absolute bag of dog shit.
For all of you literal folks out there, no, I don’t know what a bag of dog shit feels like. But, if I had to guess, I am inclined to think that because of the scent of dog crap trapped within the plastic bag that being a bag of dog shit isn’t a pleasant experience, hence why I am using it as a simile.
I knew as soon as I woke up that I was sick with something, and I was sincerely hoping it wasn’t COVID-19. But, after taking two rapid tests and seeing two red lines looking back at me, my hopes were quashed rather quickly.
The first day was not fun. I had a fever and muscle/joint aches that actually took me aback because of how much pain and discomfort I was in, but three extra-strength ibuprofen certainly helped calm it down. The fatigue was pretty wild, too.
Day two still consisted of fever, fatigue and muscle/joint aches, although I think both symptoms were slightly less severe. My throat started bothering me, but again, I felt better after taking ibuprofen.
Day three was essentially the same.
Some curious symptoms I’ve been having include brain fog, which is a fancy way of saying I’ve been disoriented/out of it; lightheadedness; extreme sensitivity to temperature, both hot and cold; little to no tolerance of loud noises. I had some nausea as well, but because my stomach is as complex as a jigsaw puzzle, I’m not certain if my gut was just once again on the warpath or if this has been COVID-related.
I’ve found being consistent with ibuprofen has been the thing that has helped me the most with COVID, as well as drinking plenty of water. I’m no doctor, so please don’t take this information and do anything irresponsible or reckless with it, but I can say with utmost confidence that COVID ain’t fun, especially when you mix it with Lyme disease.
ontheedgeofeverything 
