Covid-19 Booster – Yarn, Books & Roses

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I know, I know… lazy, lazy, lazy. This time I have a really good excuse.

I caught Covid!

I think that almost everyone who follows my blog knows that I have a type of scleroderma called systemic sclerosis; this is a progressive autoimmune disease that involves damage to blood vessels, lots of inflammation, and then scarring (fibrosis) of organs. In my case, the worst damage is occurring in my GI tract, my heart and my lungs. Because of the lung complications that I have developed I’m pretty high risk for a severe case of Covid-19, so my doctors have encouraged me (strongly) to get updated Covid-19 vaccines as soon as they are available. Because of my interstitial lung disease, I don’t halt my immunosuppressive drug for these boosters anymore.

So, as soon as the new Covid boosters were available I made an appointment, and on October 12th I got my shot. Yay! I was so excited to get it as I usually feel great for a few weeks after the vaccine. Like… my systemic sclerosis symptoms improve, I get more energy, things stop hurting, I can breathe better… you know, better! I know, I know, this doesn’t make any sense, but it is a well observed phenomenon in the systemic sclerosis community. It’s like there is some crazy connection between that vaccine and our autoimmune condition. It does not happen with any other vaccines.

Vaccines always knock me on my butt at first, though, so I wasn’t surprised that I developed muscle/joint pain, chills, fever and fatigue. I headed to bed expecting to feel better in the morning. Nope. I began coughing, got a sore throat, developed a lot of congestion, and GI symptoms arrived. Three days later I began to suspect that maybe this was actually Covid, and that I had unluckily gotten ill on the same day as the booster. I took an at-home Covid test, which was negative.

I wasn’t too sick to order more yarn on the internet. Look at this amazing sock kit that I bought from Moonglow!

A little aside: I’m pretty sure you don’t already know that Covid-19 and systemic sclerosis share a lot of similarities. Like, a lot. Damage to the vascular system, the production of a lot of inflammatory cytokines (messenger molecules that travel between cells), and then all those symptoms that can include heart and lung complications that result in fibrosis to both organs. (Covid is a fast-moving firestorm, and systemic sclerosis is more like the relentless slow burn version.) The pneumonia that develops in Covid-19 patients looks so much like the inflammatory lung disease in systemic sclerosis (SSc-ILD), it can be hard to sort out which disease is in play when systemic sclerosis patients like me first arrive in the ER. Okay, things never go well in the ER anyway, so I tend to avoid them. Zebra, right? I decided that I was just in a bad flare and suffered on instead of going to the ER.

Two days later, I retested for Covid. Still negative. Still too sick to consider driving anywhere, too sick to sit up and knit, but not sick enough to call 911. I was kind of stuck in limbo. Maybe some level of hell. Covid hell. Anyway, that booster shot had definitely failed me this time!! I spent my days coughing, sleeping and sadly gazing at my new sock yarn propped up on my bookshelf. I kept taking my immunosuppressive drugs and suffered on.

The cats began to live on the bed with me. Good kitties!

After a week of this nonsense, I had improved enough to consider going to a Kaiser Urgent Care to see if they could sort me out. Oh. The doctor there was of the opinion that I had Covid after all, but now it was too late for anti-virals or an infusion of antibodies. I got a chest x-ray, some nice antibiotics, a new drug for my cough, and headed back home to the cats and my unknitted yarn.

Tonight, 16 days later, I’m better. I can sit up and knit at last. Through all of this my oxygen levels never dropped, and while I was sick, I didn’t develop any really serious complications.

So, what have I learned about systemic sclerosis, the drug that I take to control it, and Covid-19? I mean, this is a total BioGeek moment! My mind full of dancing antibodies, failed Covid tests, and mycophenolate pills, I took to the internet for answers. There are some take home lessons that I’ve decided are so interesting that I’m passing them on.

The similarities between systemic sclerosis and Covid-19 are so significant that the two diseases provide understandings that can help in the treatment of both.
The immunosuppressive drug that I take (mycophenolate) to control my immune system’s attack on my lungs can prevent me from producing an antibody response to the vaccine. Okay, I knew that, but I was too sick to think through the implications… because that means…
Immunosuppressive drugs can lead to false negative at-home Covid tests. ~~Those tests are for Covid-19 antibodies; if you can’t make antibodies, then you may have Covid but test negative.~~ Oops. (Correction! My cousin has set me straight… the home tests are detecting viral proteins (antigens), so that theory is blown out of the water! Double oops! The doctor told me the mycophenolate was the cause of the false positive tests, and he was pretty emphatic that I should stay on it. Now I’m wondering if the false positive tests were because mycophenolate has anti-viral properties, as some sources cited in the Lancet paper below have reported.) (Don’t you just love science?!!! )
The same immunosuppressive drug (mycophenolate) can be an effective treatment for Covid patients reducing their risk of severe outcomes.
Staying on the drug was a good decision on my part. I got lucky! Because I am on this drug, however, it can take longer for Covid to clear my system. It has been 16 days, and it looks like I need to isolate for a few more days.
I never, ever thought that the treatment for my SSc-ILD would help protect me from the severe Covid complications that the same condition places me at high risk for. I’m so grateful that we didn’t go the chemotherapy route last year.

Isn’t all that interesting?

Here’s the links to articles if anyone is interested.

It has been an eventful week in big and small ways. I had been mostly in bed for most of a week as I struggled my way through two snowstorms with significant air pressure drops. Ugh. I had chest pain, coughing, heart palpitations, and more sleep than I want to admit to. Towards the middle of the week, I went off my immunosuppressant drug and the flare of my disease(s) arrived over the next two days. Ugh. So predictable, but still discouraging. I dragged myself together on Monday, double masked, and made it to the pharmacy where I had an appointment for a Covid-19 booster that afternoon.

Mateo: Do I need a booster too? Here’s my arm…

I have this really wacky sense of humor. The entire experience just kind of cracked me up. You see, I got the appointment at my local grocery store’s pharmacy. Here are some of the highlights:

I have had so many shots at this point that they had to use the back of my vaccine card. At this rate I will need an accordion-like pullout for the vaccine information in a few months.
- Why so many shots? I’m immunosuppressed. I went off my drugs this time to give my immune system a better chance of responding to the vaccine.
The staging area for the shot was at the Fritos display across from the pharmacy. Seriously, the pharmacist said, “Go stand with the Fritos and wait your turn.”
The shot was easy, peasy. I think that the syringe was spring loaded it was so fast. “Go walk around the store for 10 minutes before you leave,” I was told.
So I waved goodbye to the Fritos and walked around the store. Mostly I just looked at the empty aisles for the 10 minutes feeling sorry for myself. No milk. No Snapple. No cat food. No guacamole. NO GUACAMOLE!!!! Oh, yeah. Genius me scheduled the booster shot during a grocery store strike by the competing chain’s employees and this store was basically stripped of essentials by the descending horde of shoppers who didn’t want to cross the picket line. As they shouldn’t. But they could have left me a little guacamole, don’t you think?

I was able to get the cats a Boston fern to replace the palm that was chomped to death by… I wonder who could have done that? Hmmm…

I also got a Starbucks. Not the worst trip out of the house. I ended up with a sore arm and was so exhausted that I slept for 12 hours.

Today, 48 hours after the booster shot, I feel great!! The flare is gone. I haven’t felt this good in weeks. This happened to me the last time I got a Covid booster. I think that it must be the increase in antibodies or something; I’m so immunosuppressed that my gamma globulins are way too low (a medical condition that my doctors are just ignoring because I do have enough white blood cells). Maybe the boost in antibodies following the shot actually makes me feel better somehow. Maybe my white cell count goes up. It’s a mystery. I’ll take the win!

And in that winning mood I went to see my cardiologist for the first time since my trip to the cath lab last fall. I was a little short of breath but was walking okay when I got to the office. I received an EKG test and the nurse checked me in:

Nurse: “And do you exercise regularly?” (in a judgmental tone of voice…)

Me: “Oh, please. Let’s not even pretend that I am able to exercise!”

Nurse: “Oh. I’m so sorry that I asked you that…” We both started laughing, but I meant it! I am so over feeling defensive about being unable to exercise. In fact, trying to exercise with my condition was damaging my heart.

I also think that I had my snark on under my mask.

My cardiologist is freaking awesome. He asked lots of questions about how I was doing. (Face now mostly not blue. Yay! Some panting and chest pain, but so much better. I went up a couple of flights of stairs with no problem.) We discussed the fact that I don’t fit the usual diagnostic model for pulmonary hypertension but based on physiological changes consistent with PH and my dramatic response to treatment with a PH drug, he made the call and entered the diagnosis. The matter is now settled until new data comes along.

Exercise-induced pulmonary hypertension. As in, you look perfectly normal when you are on the table getting your lung/heart tests, but the minute you exercise all hell breaks loose in the blood vessels of your lungs. Fabulous. There is a really invasive testing protocol that I could be subjected to, but there is enough evidence now to establish the diagnosis without it. The diagnosis became part of my medical record today. At last.

It has been almost exactly 5 years since the BLZ began her journey to find help and answers. This has been really, really hard, but I made it.

We discussed the pros/cons of more testing. We talked about the risks and benefits of adding a second drug to the one I’m already on. We talked about who will take over management of my PH (he will) and how he will integrate with my rheumatologist. We talked about how important it is to be comfortable with “out of the box” thinking when dealing with a patient who is basically at the far end of the bell curve… in other words, a zebra. Oh, I like this guy!!

I agreed to start the additional medication which will be added to the one that I’m already taking. There will be more side effects as this second drug kicks in and I will be getting several phone calls to check on me as I start it. The plan is to try to slow down my progression before I develop full blown PH.

Next up: more testing to hunt for that dang hole in my heart. It’s like a snipe hunt, but so much less fun. As in, heart surgery anyone?

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