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Day Six – That Tastes Funny…

Wednesday 06 April 2022 Day Six – That Tastes Funny…

“I’m not feeling as mega shite haha but still crap” is how I described my form for Day Six. I tested again, and still blatantly positive. I believe that waves began to lap upon crap and mega shite, and everything in between, all day after this.

I sat waiting on the doctor’s appointment I made the night before. Frantically logging into the app, checking my permissions and push notification settings so as I don’t miss my appointment (I have notifications off for pretty much everything). I can’t even enter the digital waiting room that I have a direct link to on the confirmation email. What am I doing wrong?! I soon realized I made the appointment for Friday. Covid Brain strikes again.

It doesn’t stop there. I tried to even out the rest of my morning with breakfast, coffee, vitamins, etc. Brushed my teeth, put my toothbrush back into the holder…put my toothbr- oh fuck sake. Not my toothbrush. I had been deliberately keeping my toothbrush away from the others because I’m infectious, but I managed to use someone else’s whilst on auto-mode. Covid Brain strikes, yet again.

It turns into waves of the head wreck as the afternoon goes on and I don’t just mean dizziness, but also just getting plain pissed off with myself. The dizziness doesn’t help my mood either considering I had planned to walk to the local coffee shop and wave in the window at my housemate for an oat flat. The dizziness meant I just couldn’t trust myself to walk down there alone and make it back without falling or feeling really unwell. I feel chained to the house at this stage.

I realise I’m entering PMS and I start to rage around the house looking for things I’ve been missing for weeks. A pillbox, my headphones, and my watch. I shout the house down and fling things left, right and centre. I start skulling a can of beer after I realise that I can’t fucking taste it. Great. I start rubbing toothpaste on my tongue. A dull tingle. Peppermint lip balm – the same. I can kind of smell it. I’m onto my second can when I start to find things and scream down the house in rejoice. I’m delirious.

I’m wired and wheezing. This Covid thing has got me good. Everything tastes funny and my housemate is starting to look at me funny too. Entering the late stages of Covid and early stages of PMS, things are getting more irritating, and I am sure I am too. 

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