Masks work. I'm on my 10th day of breakthrough Covid Thursday, but all of my BJJ partners have tested negative. As mandated by our governor, we roll in masks, which we have complained about, but now I'm so glad we did.
As for me, breakthrough Covid is no joke. I got it from my husband, who has no idea who he got it from, but he has had beers outside with vaccinated friends. My first symptoms were a sore throat at night and a greatly elevated heart rate, which I noticed by chance when I was bored and playing with my Apple Watch (95 after sitting for an hour). Later symptoms included: body aches, temperature over 101, hacking cough, headache, severe congestion, losing my sense of smell, and muddled, slow thinking. Also note that I had a negative PCR test the day my husband learned his positive results, and then tested positive two days later.
I was really worried about my atrial fibrillation coming back, as Covid does seem to do that. I wanted monoclonal antibodies. Friday late afternoon is not a good time to figure that out. I qualified, but finding someone to give them to me was impossible. Because they are in short supply, they are being somewhat rationed. On my third day of Covid, I found a doctor who would give them if I paid $450 out of pocket. For me, the peace of mind was worth it. Regeneron isn't a cure, but it does reduce symptoms and cuts by 70% the chances you will end up in the hospital.
Despite being vaccinated with Moderna and getting Regeneron, this is still hitting me hard. I usually accomplish a lot every day, but now just reading my email is a challenge. I don't feel that bright. Yesterday I spent a couple of hours looking at $100 leggings - so many colors! pockets or not? - when I finally came to my senses and remembered I get my leggings at Costco.
Like everyone else, I had a crazy year. I was in 11 states in the first 11 weeks of 2020. Since the pandemic started, I've only used a tank and a half of gas. The farthest I've driven since mid-March was to my heart surgeon's. I got diagnosed with atrial fibrillation and the surgery to fix it got pushed back due to Covid. I gained weight and a little bit of patience. I lost income and had to put my beloved Brazilian jiu jitsu on hold. But basically I am so, so lucky.
I long ago gave up long lists of New Year's resolutions that I never kept. For the last few years I've chosen a short mantra. Some worked better than others. RISK got me to do Brazilian jiu jitsu in the fist place. Another good one was MORE OR LESS. On the other hand, FLEXIBLE and PRECIOUS (because time is short and I should act like that) did not really guide me.
I got so distracted over the last four years, and especially in 2020, when I would frantically jump from NY Times to Washington Post to CNN to Facebook to Twitter and then start all over again. (I finally put time limits on Twitter and Facebook, which helped.)
For 2021, my word is FOCUS.
Yesterday I was scrolling through FB when I saw a posting on my cousin Julie's wall. Only she hadn't written it. It was her son, trying to spread the word that Julie had unexpectedly collapsed and died the night before. He couldn't get into her phone, and it was only by chance that her computer was logged into FB.