Well, boys and girls......me and the wifey finally got the "Coof". Was supposed to have foot surgery two weeks ago, ended up with a small infection that needed to heal first. Where did we catch the coof at?
At the F'n hospital! Everyone in masks, and I'm pretty sure, everyone we had contact with, were poked.
Not us, but them for sure. When we left, didn't stop for dinner, didn't speak with anyone, naada. Next day, we both had the fever, sweats and chills. By the 4th day, we both were hacking crap up, didn't have enough energy to pull our thumbs out our ass#s, and felt like total dogsh#t. Locked ourselves in the house, luckily, we were stocked, kept from everyone else, went dark.
It's been over two weeks now, and both of us are doing well. Main thing, trying to build up our stamina again. Taste and smell, still alludes us. So yeah, it's survivable and really no worse than the flu, it just drags on a little longer.
We pounded the Zinc, D3, C, plus a Multi-vitamin, and we have been doing this for months, some for years. So, there's that.
I'm 62+y.o., 255lbs., 6'2", diabetic. Oh, a 41 year smoker too. I should be dead, but, I'm not. So, yes, you can survive this crap. I was sure I had a strain of it last May, but, now, I know I've had it.
I just want to put this out there for those of you that think this "coof", is the be all, end all, of life as we know it. Mac
ETA: Wifey is doing fine and yeah, getting back to her evil ways!