Or My Tangle With COVID-19
On the morning of Friday, April 23, it started with a feeling that someone, or something, had come into my bedroom during the night and beaten me with a rubber hose. I had achy-breaky-muscle-and-bone achiness. I lay in bed, buried my head under the covers, and willed my body to take a detour from the road it was on. Seeing it as a golden opportunity, the cats joined me and we took a long cat nap while Harlee slept on his new doggie bed.
Little did I know what was in store for me. I slept through the day but did manage to drag myself to the door to let Harlee out to pee and other things (the yard is fenced, no worries) and then dragged myself back to bed.
As the day progressed my bedroom reprised this iconic scene from The Wizard of Oz. 🤢
Basically, I was a dizzy as heck.
That night I must have gotten up to pee because I woke to find myself on the bathroom floor. Guessed I passed out. The next day after letting Harlee back in from doing his business I walked to the kitchen and woke up with my face in his water dish. I can see the headline now: Local Woman Drowns in Dog’s Water Dish. Check off one more symptom.
It was back to bed for me. I was fearful that I had finally contracted you-know-what.
I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking that there are other things to get sick from besides COVID-19 but you see I had been with someone a few days earlier who informed me on Thursday that he had tested positive for the nasty little virus. I saw him on Monday. By Saturday my throat was sore, I had a fever of 100.2, my stomach was trying to leave my body through my mouth, and my skull threatened to split open because someone, or something, was inside of it jackhammering like a pro. Yes, I did get tested and yes, I was infected.
I won’t bore you with the list of symptoms I got to tick off as the virus had its way with me. Basically, without the caring support of my friends, Jill and Bob, I would have been left on my own to wallow in my despair. Jill would shop for soup and cookies, and Bob would double mask and deliver them. They even housed Harlee for the two weeks I was out of commission. Having had both their vaccine shots they felt safe caring for me and Harlee.
An important note: I had one vaccine under my belt, which is why my doctor felt I didn’t get hit as hard as I could have. However, let me tell you, it was no picnic.
With my snoozing kitties nestled against me …
… I lay in bed and watched the world outside my window. I had the birds and ducks that live in my little corner of the Concord River, along with my beautiful river, as my view. I must have done something right in my life that the Universe has blessed me in such a beautiful way. Thank you, Goddess.
A Mallard hen entertained me by pretending she was a Wood duck.
Wood ducks nest in trees, Mallards nest on the ground in hidden, out of the way locations. When I was well enough to venture outside I found a Mallard nest with two eggs tucked in amongst my Solomon Seal plants. With me stuck in bed for two weeks she had ample opportunity to select the perfect spot for her nest.
The next morning the eggs were gone. Later that day five more eggs appeared in the nest and at dusk the hen was sitting on them. I didn’t dare take a photo so you’ll just have to believe me. The third morning all the eggs were gone again but later that day, at dusk again, she was back on the nest. Really, how many eggs can a Mallard hen pop out over a span of three days? And who was stealing the eggs to force her to lay more?
According to Ducks Unlimited:
If and when a hen renests are thought to be influenced by several factors. For example, the stage of progression of the nest at the time of its destruction is important. Ducks are “indeterminate layers.” They will continue to lay eggs until their clutch is complete (as opposed to “determinate layers,” which tend to lay a specific-sized clutch of eggs).
Good to know.
Other happenings outside my window? The American goldfinches finished their molting.
I also got to see lots of other birds at the feeder outside my bedroom window but didn’t manage to get photos. Again, just take my word for it and move on.
The view out my sick bed window also afforded me a stunning sunrise …
… and the three night show of the Pink Super Moon.
With a bit of maneuvering in my bed I had a clear view of my hummingbird garden.
… and my ducks.
Time marched on, two weeks to be exact, and I am now clear of the virus. Far too many people weren’t and aren’t as lucky as me and my heart breaks for them, their loved ones, and all the other people in the world suffering from all the things that can take a life. 😔
On a more joyful note, guess what? They’re back! The Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds are here! Yay!
In closing I want to thank everyone who sent me well wishes through my YouTube channel. You are subscribed to my channel, right? Well, what are you waiting for? Hit subscribe and receive a ton of Karma chips.
COVID, go pound sand. Blessed be :}
Mi manchi, mia amata immortale.