day 1, morning, "it's just a cold"

Woke up feeling a bit bronchial and running a very slight temperature (for me, 98.7 is hot), but again, still thought it was a cold. Took a lateral flow test anyways, and it was negative. Took Mucinex-D and proceeded with life. Still, had the wit to keep a mask on the whole time when I went over to Beth's for a fitting.

day 1, afternoon: "oh no"

Came home, dialed into the SCA Board of Directors meeting, thought that was why my brain was melting out my ears, *but* I took my temperature again and lo, I was up to 99.4. Took another LFT, and there was a very faint T line.

everybody panic

After conversation with S, I phoned my medical practice and they cast Summon Paxlovid, which he picked up (along with cinnamon red-hots against the Awful Metallic Garbage Taste it apparently gifts you with).

I shifted myself, bag & baggage, up to the spare room (where I paused to regret not getting round setting up the old TV and my XBone in there). It was exhausting to read, even comics :( and trying to play Switch was giving me further headache from the bleepy bloopy noises.

day 1, evening: let the medication begin

We had dinner together outside (at opposite ends of a large table, with me downwind), which was kinda exhausting actually. Took the first Paxlovid course about half an hour later - no immediate side effects. A little later I took a Sudafed and an acetaminophen, which helped me feel rather less like butts, though I was kinda worried about it keeping me up. At least, I was able to join the Sunday Night Supergroup, though I was definitely not at my best.

Slight amounts of metallic taste started cropping up over the evening, but I was able to enjoy one last cocktail (it was a Bijou, if you're curious). Went to sleep around 11, I think, after reading a bit.