COVID DAY
I ached all day Sunday and knew I was sick, but on Monday either Paxlovid kicked in or Covid was rearranging itself and by mid afternoon I didn’t felt almost normal and wrote Sunday’s post and thought I was home free. I was going to write a philosophical post for my Monday entry on the strange history of covid and the way it changed our lives and how it was finally a relief to have faced it directly.
But Monday at supper time I suddenly began to cough and by midnight I felt as if I had sandpaper in my entire chest cavity and felt pain every time I coughed. Yet my lungs were clear and I could breathe easily through my nose but somewhere in my chest it felt as if I had layers and layers of gurgling phlegm which my body was trying to expel, I felt as if I was coming apart. The outer world disappeared and I was all wrapped up in myself, caught in dreams of a boat bobbing in a rough sea of slippery sheets of phlegm and often going completely under as I floated through the night with my breath a bubbly gurgle keeping me awake.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 