Yup. I caught COVID. I started feeling symptoms on Friday, but the test came back negative. I think if I had just waited a couple more hours, the test would have been a screamin’ positive, because all I wanted to do was bundle up, and pray that the pain in my head would juuuust goooooo awaaaay! Then Saturday, I spent most of it sleeping. I think I might have been awake four hours of that whole 24. It was inhuman. Then Sunday, I tested, and there was no doubt about it. It was a definite positive. Also my throat hurt like hell and my voice sounded all squeaky and sad, and still does. But my headache was gone, and has stayed gone, thank god. That was bad news. I felt like someone put my head in a vice and started to slowly squeeeeze. Today, my throat still hurts, I’m kind of dizzy, and now, I wonder if all those toilet paper-buying crazies might have been on to something, because I have had to make a lot of trips to the john! Yuck! I mean, they bought way too much of the stuff, but a little extra couldn’t hurt. On top of that, I feel all unfocused and foggy.
But I’m still not too bad, and I shudder to think about what would have happened to me without the vaccines. COVID is a mean mean bug. Don’t get it. And if you have to get it, at least come to the fight armed.