Covid has struck.
It took four years, almost to the day, after lockdown,
before Covid invaded my body and settled in.
I thought my O-neg. blood type protected me.
I was Covid cautious, wearing a mask outdoors,
wearing a mask indoors among strangers.
I took every booster, and none of them caused a problem.
But one night I felt so tired it was worth recording
in my journal. I thought the hit of sugar from a piece
of pie I ate late was to blame.
Next morning I had a sore throat (common symptom),
fever (common symptom), cough (common symptom),
fatigue (common symptom).
At-home Covid rapid test said “positive.”
I’ve taken multiple Covid tests over the past four years,
and this was the first positive one.
This is a positive no one wants.
My doctor said to take Paxlovid.
I need a special, kidney-friendly Paxlovid,
which was hard to find and to be delivered.
My usual pharmacy no longer carries any Paxlovid.
Eventually, I got it, started taking the two pills
twice a day.
It stopped the common Covid symptoms,
but it caused diarrhea, and loss of appetite.
I could still taste and smell, but more than two bites
of food made me feel like a stuffed goose.
I lost five pounds I don’t need to lose.
It’s been two weeks since Covid took over my body.
It wears me out, makes me want to sleep all day.
Covid doesn’t want to leave.
I keep testing positive.
I want to be positive, but not Covid positive.
Covid, begone!