Dragonfly

Dragonfly

Hey there, li’l dragonfly. (Shot with an iPhone XR)

Notes on a COVID Infection

Welp, after two and a half years of dodging it, I finally managed to catch COVID-19. Some notes on the infection:

Probably BA.5 subvariant, most likely caught from sick coworker’s presymptomatic exhalations on the one day I slacked off on masking at work while in an open-air workspace people walk through and pop into occasionally. My CO2 monitor showed good airflow in the 500s and everyone seemed to be healthy, and that made me overconfident. At least one coworker was presymptomatic and another had just finished 5-day isolation and come in while still possibly contagious.

Positive Covid rapid test showing the second line at T

Symptoms started about a week after exposure with sore throat and joint aches, then proceeded quickly to fever, body aches, cough, chest congestion, diarrhea, insomnia, delirium, and extreme anger at provincial government and public health agencies for their “get back out there, go to work after 5 days, masks optional” messaging, plus locking down PCR tests to juke stats and hide outbreaks, delaying boosters for under-50s, and gatekeeping antivirals for the gerontocracy.

We all masked up at home on symptom onset with an N95 Aura before I even tested positive. Wife helped move a mattress into the Basement Isolation Room, and I lived there for two weeks. Basement had its own bathroom and a door to the backyard. Outward-facing fan in basement window provided negative pressure so none of my air was shared with the rest of the house. Wife left meals by the door for me to fetch after she vacated the basement.

Days 2-4 were worst: fever, lower respiratory congestion, hacking cough so hard it made my head hurt so it was impossible to sleep. Despite this I slept as much as I could, while still working remote the best I could.

Basement playroom set up as an isolation bedroom with a mattress ont he floor and a fan in the small window

Waking delirium gave me strange visions of a “verbal audit” in my brain: every time I spoke or had a thought I would hallucinate a ticker tape receipt being printed, with a series of scores gauging my every thought and utterance according to incomprehensible criteria. The only score I remember vividly was “StormConformance.” I do not remember any of my StormConformance rankings.

Windows stayed open most of the day for ventilation (fortunately it was late summer and not too hot or cold out) and Amy built a CR Cube with a box fan and four furnace filters. That supplemented an existing Aeramax DX5 , plus the heat pump running in ventilation mode all day; air handler was outfitted with a MERV 13 filter and a UVC light helping to disinfect the air stream.

Corsi-Rosenthal Cube consisting of four HVAC filters and a box fan

Besides [remote] work, I spent most of my waking time playing Papers Please, reading “Raft”, and watching through The Orville.

By Day 5 I felt mostly normal again except for some chest congestion and a cough, though I continued to show strongly positive on rapid tests. Stayed safe and continued to isolate: I was committed to a full two week quarantine.

Finally tested negative on a RAT as of Day 10 but stayed down in the Isolation Basement till Day 14, as I was anxious about persistent phlegmy post-nasal cough.

Our mitigation measures worked: with vaccination, isolation, ventilation, and air purification, plus respirators for rare times in shared air, I recovered quickly, and the wife and kid never caught covid from me.

Post-recovery I’m avoiding too much exercise, and getting as much rest as I can for a couple months, as strenuous activity immediately after recovery is a risk factor, so 6-8 more weeks of continued rest and generous naps.

Clover-strewn backyard with trees, hammock, and plastic toy slide

After all this I have steeled my resolve to avoid additional infections and keep my wife and kid at zero, in defiance of every covid minimizer who said “it’s just a cold now, live your life.” This wasn’t just a cold, someone “living their life” while contagious infected me, and I continue to feel effects well after recovery. It might be months or years before I know if my heart, brain, or immune system suffered long-term damage — damage I’m starting to observe in other people as society pressures them into pretending the pandemic is over.

So I will continue to [not] party like it’s 2020: masking with N95 or better respirator indoors and in crowds (though I mostly just avoid crowds), work from home when possible, improve personal air filtering at work, get updated vaccines when available, and sadly resist pressure to mingle unmasked indoors with family and friends who have abandoned caution.

Three covid tests, days 2 and 5 positive, day 10 negative

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Passage Pirates

Went down to Fishermans Cove and McCormack’s Beach Provincial Park in Eastern Passage, where there was a Pirate Festival going on with live music, a bouncy boat, and a treasure hunt. I’d just recently dusted off my old Google Glass and recorded some POV video:

Ezra ended the day with a haul of several replica gold doubloons, a “real” gold nugget, and various other treasures. Avast, me hearties.

Pirate Festival Treasure Hunt
Pirate Festival

More photos in the Pirate Festival photoset.

Carnival and Coasters

The fair was back in town (same traveling carnival we saw in 2019), so we went over at an uncrowded time to go on some rides, especially the “Orient Express” dragon mini-coaster.

That got me thinking about roller coasters in Nova Scotia — or the lack of them, as there currently none active as of 2022. There was the Tree Topper in Upper Clements Park, now closed. Atlantic Playland (now Atlantic Splash Adventure) used to have Rockin’ Roller Coaster, retired in 2016. They’ve imported Runaway Mine Train from Gillian’s Wonderland in Ocean City NJ but construction on that has been delayed.

Currently if you want to ride a roller coaster in Atlantic Canada it looks like there are three working coasters on Prince Edward Island. That’s for future PEI travel plans.

Clam Harbour Beach

Tried visiting Clam Harbour Beach on a neighbour’s recommendation, bit farther than the Nova Scotia beaches we usually visit in our immediate area, but well worth the drive.

Clam Harbour Beach

The beach had fine sand and no rocks, with a gentle slope and shallow water, warmer than the water at most other Atlantic-facing beaches in Nova Scotia. Very crowded (as expected on a summer Saturday) so we had to walk a bit of a way down the beach to get to a place with not too many people. Quite fun to watch the local surfing school.

Some time in the off-season it would be nice to return and hike the coastal trail.

Open Street

Scenes from Open Street Sunday in Downtown Dartmouth, Nova Scotia: (they had a little Halifax Ferry mobile!)

Open Street, Downtown Dartmouth NS
Open Street, Downtown Dartmouth NS
Open Street, Downtown Dartmouth NS

And on a walk through Dartmouth Commons, a lovely view of Halifax over the Harbour, with the fog creeping over the South End.

Dartmouth Commons
Dartmouth Commons

Six

At six years old (six!) Ezra is now able to read books, play soccer, finish Super Mario Odyssey on the Nintendo Switch (assist mode), and has asked if he will have a girlfriend when he is older.

Ezra turns 6

For his birthday we got him a scooter, which he has been zipping around on quite well. I have also acquired a scooter for myself, to scoot with him, which, at my age, may turn out to be a mistake.

COVID-19: Descent

After a couple years, it’s become pretty clear that COVID isn’t just a droplet-spread respiratory virus, but a fast-evolving, airborne, neuroinvasive disease that can have long-term multi-organ inflammatory, autoimmune, and neurological effects, even for mild and asymptomatic cases.

Contrary to received knowledge spuriously derived from previous pandemics caused by other pathogens, the SARS-CoV2 virus can evade non-neutralizing mRNA vaccines, does infect children and spreads from them to other family, does not necessarily evolve towards milder forms, can infect people through the air over distances farther than three or six feet and intervals under fifteen minutes, doesn’t care how much you work out or take vitamins, does not strengthen the immune system or necessarily impart lasting immunity to itself — and looks ready to exhaust the Greek alphabet that the WHO was using to label variants. (Which is probably why seem reticent to go past Omicron.)

Local governments have given up, made masks optional, eliminated contact tracing, cut down case reports, and will probably eventually make people go to work and school sick, all the while pretending the pandemic is mild or over and delaying updated vaccine boosters. Meanwhile, reinfections, hospitalizations, and deaths rise, healthcare workers die or burn out and quit, and survivors face increasing risks of long-term sickness with repeated infections.

Right alongside antivaxxers and covid denialists, we’ve also seen the rise of covid “minimizers” who, driven by desperation for normalcy (or possibly sheer eugenics), think an outdated vaccine is enough reason to end all other mitigations, and will actively mock anyone taking other measures to avoid infection as deranged germophobic shut-ins. Sadly many minimizers are now in positions of power and influence, leaving the reasonably cautious feeling gaslit and isolated. So I end up surrounded by people coughing at me to “live your life, it’s endemic now, take off that mask, covid is here to stay” without regard for how the virus outsizedly affects minorities, the poor, the immunocompromised, and other marginalized populations.

Given all this, plus more communicable variants, our masking posture has gone from “we’re all in this together” community protection to individual-defensive: N95 masks with tight side seals, rather than leaky surgical masks and porous cloth. No more triple-folded keffiyeh; I managed to get a nice big box of 3M Aura 9210+ masks and am considering going semi-Vader with a half-face P100 respirator.

Gonna keep trying not to get it, but it’s getting tougher.