Earlier this morning, I got so dizzy and headachy that I had to stop working. These symptoms might just be another round of the inner-ear problem that I’ve had in the past. But they are also symptoms of Covid, and because I have a runny nose, too, I have scheduled myself a Covid test.
How did I manage to find a test? A miracle, I guess. When I first tried to schedule an appointment this morning, every local testing site was completely booked up for the week. So I checked the other state testing sites. Except for a handful of Saturday appointments, there were no tests available anywhere until Sunday. I went back to schedule a Saturday appointment, and suddenly there was a testing site with open slots for every day this week, including today. I took a noon appointment.
The symptoms have subsided somewhat, and the bagel (that I’ve been slowly eating to quell my nausea) has helped. I no longer feel like I’m going to throw up and/or pass out, which is good, because I have to hit the road soon to make my appointment. My husband is going to drive, though. Every time I start to think that the headache is gone, I get a stab of pain through my eye, and if the vertigo were to return, I’d be unable to drive at all. Honestly, I doubt it’s Covid, but I almost hope that it is. Sometimes you don’t care which Devil is biting you as long as you know which one it is.