Frustratingly for me, and for everyone in my house, I got COVID this week.
Monday evening I started to have a scratchy throat. Tuesday I had a runny nose, sneezing, sinus pressure, and headache. Wednesday the headache was worse, I was moderately fatigued, I felt some chest congestion, and I coughed a little here and there. I thought surely it must be a cold.
Thursday morning it struck me that in these pandemic times one can’t ever assume a cold is a cold. We had a couple COVID tests in the closet, so I took one. Both lines lit up immediately — positive.
I’m staying separated from my family until this passes. Because I was symptomatic for a few days before I sequestered myself, Margaret tested last night. Negative, thank goodness. She had COVID in January, and it lasted upwards of two weeks and laid her out good.
By Friday evening I had only a little lingering sinus and chest congestion. Today, Saturday, I feel 95% normal.
I worked every day through this, from home. I just didn’t feel that sick. I’m incredulous that this is COVID. It has felt for all the world like a mild cold, quickly forgotten after it passed.
I am double vaxxed and double boostered.
