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COVID Scare

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I’ve had a rough week.

I’ve been so careful. I’ve worn an N95 mask every day at work, removing it only briefly when I need to eat or drink. I’ve wiped my office multiple times per day with cleaning wipes, not forgetting my cell phone, computer keyboard or door handles.

I haven’t gone anywhere, except once to the pharmacy for my blood pressure pills, and even then I used their drive- through. And I made several short trips for groceries, wearing my mask while inside.

That’s why I was so surprised when, shortly after going to bed one night early last week, I got a shaking chill more suitable to being on an icy Tibetan mountaintop rather than my snug bed.

It grew worse. I ached in every part of my body. I was too cold to get out of bed for more covers but eventually had to do so. While I was up, I went to the bathroom and ratted around trying to find a thermometer.

When I found one, my temp was 98.8. I laughed at myself. I am such a silly goose, imagining I’m ill when I’m not. But my symptoms continued with my chills and when I checked again a half hour later, the thermometer read 101.2.

My beloved fiancé was asleep in the bed next to me. I had to get some distance between us and moved to the upstairs guest room. I didn’t want to make him sick. I took some Tylenol and tried to get some sleep. But then the dry cough started, and later, some diarrhea.

As I lie in bed, feeling like I was wearing a jumpsuit of muscle aches, I thought, “This is it. I’ve got The COVID.” (That’s the way we say it here, “The COVID,” not COVID 19 or Coronavirus.)

I didn’t sleep any that night, and the next morning told my fiancé to stay away, I was sick. I sent emails to work supervisors telling them of my condition and that I could not come to work. My fiancé arranged COVID testing for the next day.

My fever jumped between 100.4 and 101.9 even with generous amounts of Tylenol and Advil.

But then the diarrhea got worse. My sweetie said, “Maybe you just have one of those 24 hour stomach flus.” I pooh-poohed him. I felt too bad for this to be a mere GI virus. Besides, the fever was lasting much too long for that and I had no nausea.

Then, about 48 hours after it started, I felt better. My fever started to come down, though the diarrhea grew ferocious. The cough never developed into anything. I took my COVID test and two days later, got the results: NEGATIVE

All I suffered from was  probably viral enteritis and a vivid imagination.

It’s easy to get carried away with any illness in the middle of the COVID 19 pandemic, especially if it’s accompanied by fever. At one point, I wrote my last will and testament. I laugh about it now, but I felt so bad, and my pessimism seemed to rise with my fever.

At least I got a chance to see what wonderful people are in my life.  At work, I was told not to worry about anything, and arrangements were made for another physician to do admissions for our OTP. I still handled the minor things by phone. My co-workers sent me encouraging emails and prayed for my wellness. My fiancé took great care of me – at a distance of course – and friends and family brought food and sent funny emails.

Right now, I feel very, very grateful. I’m now in my usual state of good health, which is wonderful. I’ll be able to get back to work this week, at a job I enjoy, with people I love. I have fantastic friends and family, and my life partner, the love of my life, didn’t get sick because of me.

And I don’t have The COVID.