Good morning, diners. Bacon, eggs, and black coffee, Chloe.
Kevin, I’ll have the glass of milk, but I’ll skip the coconut cookies. For some reason, I have never liked coconut. They were the only cookies my mother made I didn’t like.
Long, boring sick story:
On the flight home from the vacation, I started to feel ill. By the time I got to Dallas, I was sick. I went to the doctor there and had covid. The doctor said I should not fly for a week, so I spent that time at my daughter’s house.
The doctor gave me paxlovid. She said that it was an antiviral, and that I should take it because I was over 65. I took it. I was very sick, but felt better in four days. I flew home and continued to feel better and better. Then…
I woke up one morning sicker than I had been before. My wife convinced me to go to the doctor here. When I explained the situation, he wanted to know why I was given paxlovid. He explained that here, it is given only to someone with heart or lung issues.
He said that he has dealt with case after case of someone taking that medicine, and then getting covid again worse. He called it a ‘rebound’.
I can see why some states restricted paxlovid’s use. I was so upset. I’ve spent several weeks sicker than I’ve been in a long time. Finally, yesterday, I’ve begun to feel better.
Before someone goes there, I was double vaxed and double boosted! I am jealous of those of you who got covid and had just mild symptoms.
Now that I’ve been playing the part of an old man complaining about his health, I’ll make the New Year’s resolution not to talk about my health again.
A word of warning: if your doctor ever prescribes paxlovid, run the other way.