A week ago, Tuesday, Anne returned from Boston after her extended stay there doing duty as Grandmother. The following day, she took her first infusion of an experimental Alzheimer drug that she is testing as part of a medical study. The day after that she began feeling ill. Naturally, this was a matter of some concern. It quickly devolved into more cold-like symptoms though. She took a Covid test that came back negative and then spent most of the week lying sick on the couch. Eventually, her cold transitioned to its mucus filled coughing stage (Phlegm Jane! Phlegm!) and eventually, I picked it up too, but nowhere near as bad as hers. Mi cough-a su cough-a. I would wake up at night to find that she had moved to the couch, to spare me all of her coughing.
This week, she took another Covid test, to ease the mind of Amber our Gyro instructor and it also came back negative, but I went to Gyro alone anyway, for the third straight time. We got a spot of much needed rain yesterday and with it a cold front that has switched our weather like a light from summer to winter. She is definitely, on the mend now, not so lethargic anymore and in better humor again. It definitely was not Covid and probably not the flu or RSV either, since she has been vaccinated against all three. I have been taking care of her, feeding her (She liked the smell of some these dishes—definitely not Covid) and getting her anything she needed, as she exercised the “in sickness and in health” clause of our marriage contract.