it finally got me
Aug. 27th, 2024 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivendellroseI only ever seem to post here anymore when things are going haywire, don't I? Ah well, that's what journaling is like sometimes.
Last Monday, after the first day (my work-in-camp day, of course) at our last camp of the summer, hosted by our old preschool, The Boy got a positive Covid test. We'd been feeling cruddy the week before, and we'd both tested a few times that week because my mom had found out after visiting with the Squidling that she'd been exposed. But none of those tests turned up positive... until last Monday. Then, bam, by Tuesday we were both sick. (No word of certainty on whether the Squidling actually ever had Covid: for our money, testing a neurodivergent 5 year-old who already has anxiety about sickness would be an exercise in making more trouble for ourselves when we had enough to begin with. Either way, he was not terribly sick, and was back to normal way sooner than either of us, that's for darned sure.)
I was mostly just exhausted on Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday and Friday added a cough and congestion, sniffling, and headache into the bargain, was sniffly and tired but otherwise okay by Saturday and Sunday... and then Monday while I was getting ready in the morning I went to put on my usual perfume and couldn't smell it. I was not congested, but I couldn't smell any of my perfume or the various essential oils I keep on hand.
So... that's been interesting. My sense of smell is still AWOL as of today, but I otherwise feel pretty much normal, so that's nice I guess? I keep testing it, and trying to "re-train" by smelling known things and reaching for the familiar smell, but nothing so far. It's deeply strange. I cleaned the bathroom the other day, and couldn't smell the Scrubbing Bubbles, which, if you're familiar with Scrubbing Bubbles, you'll understand that's quite a weird thing. Also takes away seriously from my appreciation of tea, which is one of my greatest simple pleasures, and food in general, as well as removing completely the simple joy of putting on a bit of perfume oil every day (I have a frankly excessive but beloved collection put together over more than a decade). Hell, I can't even properly determine whether a shirt can be worn again at the end of the day, and have to just toss it immediately in the laundry, which I find rather wasteful if I've been clean and not overly active. But what else can I do? I can't tell whether it smells or not!
Otherwise things have gone pretty okay. The Squidling missed out on both weeks of camp and was stuck at home all last week, but he was relatively patient about it (or at least mollified by a lot more TV and movies than he is usually allowed, and by the fact that my husband, always the preferred parent, was home from work, even if he was sick and exhausted). This week we've been on two outdoor-only masked outings that he approved of, to the Ballard Locks to see the salmon going through the fish ladder (and the seals and sea lions catching them while they do so), and then to the zoo. The former was particularly successful, since it's a relatively rare treat. My child may never understand that the zoo is, for most kids, a treat: we live in walking distance from our local zoo, have a family membership, and literally went weekly when he was younger. But the locks and the fish ladder, oh, that's an exciting adventure! ♥
I think tomorrow we'll hopefully be able to risk an indoor excursion, since he's been after me for weeks to take him to the Burke Museum again now that he's really into dinosaurs. He's good with masks, I double-mask inside, and we should be pretty well past contagious at this point. Plus the weather is supposed to be good enough tomorrow I don't expect a ton of people to be at the natural history museum. :P
Last Monday, after the first day (my work-in-camp day, of course) at our last camp of the summer, hosted by our old preschool, The Boy got a positive Covid test. We'd been feeling cruddy the week before, and we'd both tested a few times that week because my mom had found out after visiting with the Squidling that she'd been exposed. But none of those tests turned up positive... until last Monday. Then, bam, by Tuesday we were both sick. (No word of certainty on whether the Squidling actually ever had Covid: for our money, testing a neurodivergent 5 year-old who already has anxiety about sickness would be an exercise in making more trouble for ourselves when we had enough to begin with. Either way, he was not terribly sick, and was back to normal way sooner than either of us, that's for darned sure.)
I was mostly just exhausted on Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday and Friday added a cough and congestion, sniffling, and headache into the bargain, was sniffly and tired but otherwise okay by Saturday and Sunday... and then Monday while I was getting ready in the morning I went to put on my usual perfume and couldn't smell it. I was not congested, but I couldn't smell any of my perfume or the various essential oils I keep on hand.
So... that's been interesting. My sense of smell is still AWOL as of today, but I otherwise feel pretty much normal, so that's nice I guess? I keep testing it, and trying to "re-train" by smelling known things and reaching for the familiar smell, but nothing so far. It's deeply strange. I cleaned the bathroom the other day, and couldn't smell the Scrubbing Bubbles, which, if you're familiar with Scrubbing Bubbles, you'll understand that's quite a weird thing. Also takes away seriously from my appreciation of tea, which is one of my greatest simple pleasures, and food in general, as well as removing completely the simple joy of putting on a bit of perfume oil every day (I have a frankly excessive but beloved collection put together over more than a decade). Hell, I can't even properly determine whether a shirt can be worn again at the end of the day, and have to just toss it immediately in the laundry, which I find rather wasteful if I've been clean and not overly active. But what else can I do? I can't tell whether it smells or not!
Otherwise things have gone pretty okay. The Squidling missed out on both weeks of camp and was stuck at home all last week, but he was relatively patient about it (or at least mollified by a lot more TV and movies than he is usually allowed, and by the fact that my husband, always the preferred parent, was home from work, even if he was sick and exhausted). This week we've been on two outdoor-only masked outings that he approved of, to the Ballard Locks to see the salmon going through the fish ladder (and the seals and sea lions catching them while they do so), and then to the zoo. The former was particularly successful, since it's a relatively rare treat. My child may never understand that the zoo is, for most kids, a treat: we live in walking distance from our local zoo, have a family membership, and literally went weekly when he was younger. But the locks and the fish ladder, oh, that's an exciting adventure! ♥
I think tomorrow we'll hopefully be able to risk an indoor excursion, since he's been after me for weeks to take him to the Burke Museum again now that he's really into dinosaurs. He's good with masks, I double-mask inside, and we should be pretty well past contagious at this point. Plus the weather is supposed to be good enough tomorrow I don't expect a ton of people to be at the natural history museum. :P
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Date: 2024-08-28 02:29 pm (UTC)Sounds like you're on your way to recovery now, hurray!
The only zoo Enting has been to is the one he went to with L.