After two and a half years, two shots, and three boosters, it finally happened. I have COVID.
I’m not even sure why I decided to give it a try. Maybe it was because earlier in the day, I noticed that the M&Ms I ate didn’t taste the same. I assumed my scratchy throat and cough were just “normal” even though they weren’t getting better or worse.
Fortunately, my social life has not been affected. I had absolutely nothing scheduled. I think I had used up all my social energy the week before. But I had sole responsibility for dad last week and I failed. I probably exposed it, but so far it’s ok. The only saving grace is that Tim is testing negative. So I could visit my dad yesterday and make sure his pillboxes were full for another week.
Aside from the sore throat, cough, and occasional headache, I feel fine. I’ve noticed that I don’t taste things, but I figured it was because it was covered. Now I think it’s part of COVID. The first few days after testing positive, I started to get tired in the late afternoon. But I’ve been getting a good night’s sleep and keeping busy. Keeping busy at home is not a challenge for me and it is not a punishment. I’ve loved having an excuse to hide in my studio. In fact, I finished making all of our Christmas cards yesterday!!
Since Tim had shoulder replacement surgery five weeks ago, he’s been sleeping in the guest room, which turned out to be a lucky thing. Since I took the first test, I’ve been on top and he’s been mostly on the bottom. We take turns in the kitchen and I don’t let him get too close to me. It seems to be working.
So how did I manage to get this? I have my suspicions but I hate to speculate. I attended a large gathering the weekend before that might be where I picked it up. But you never know with this, right?
I thought I was going to go into winter all prepared. I received the last COVID booster on September 23rd, a flu shot on September 29th and the pneumonia shot on October 11th. Could all this have affected my immune system? It goes to show that nothing is 100% effective, which I already knew but didn’t want to experience.
I’m planning to try again later today. It’s day 6. My doctor told me to self-isolate and get tested again after day 5. I decided to get tested on day 4 so I could make plans for my dad and it was still positive. He also told me to wear a mask from day 5 to day 10. But I don’t think he wants to go anywhere until I test negative. I have an appointment on Friday that I’m considering postponing to next week.
Although I have enjoyed parts of my enforced isolation, I am ready to get back on track. I’m used to spending evenings watching TV with Tim, but I’ve been upstairs alone. We had to coordinate what we each watch to stay in sync with the shows we watch together. Baseball has allowed us to miss our regular shows anyway. But I’ve also been able to see some things that Tim doesn’t see, like Grace and Frankie.
OK, fingers crossed that he tests negative later today. I’m ready to move on!!
