A presumptive positive

I definitely debated posting this, but in the spirit of honesty, I couldn't continue blogging about our life during this pandemic without including something that has impacted me greatly during this time.

Beginning April 2nd I felt feverish and a distinct tightness in my chest. For several days I tried to play it off as 'something else' and try not to jump to any conclusions about having Covid-19. However, after 6 days of fever, chills, body aches, exhaustion and the feeling like someone was sitting on my chest, I decided to be tested. We bleached the house, set up a room for me to isolate in and I limited contact with my family. (and it should be noted that as soon as I had that fever I haven't been anywhere public since) It took 6 days to get my results, and they came back negative. I honestly was a little surprised. In those 6 days that I was waiting for my results I had spent a lot of time in pain, asleep, exhausted, and just felt plain terrible. I mean, I've been too tired to even want to do things like play a game or watch a show.

Coincidentally I had set up a phone appointment with my doctor/PCM (primary care manager) on the day that I got my results. I talked him through my symptoms and he felt that I could pretty safely assume that I was positive. His reasoning is that they had tested several hundred people in their clinic for the flu and not a single person had come back positive for the flu. He felt that the likelihood of me picking up 'some other virus' was very unlikely. In either case, whether negative or positive, given the current climate, he strongly suggested that I still remain out of the public until I've gone 3 days without a fever.

So here I am on day 15 of this and still waiting to feel some improvement. I had one day last week without a fever, but so far that's the only one. My brother had a co-worker who had very similar symptoms to mine and was back to work in 10 days, but his wife was sick for 3 weeks. Time will tell.

I have to say, there are a lot of positives about getting sick now. I literally can't work right now because of the pandemic, so it's not like I can feel guilty about not subbing or not accompanying for so long. None of my performing groups are functioning so I'm not missing any rehearsals. The kids have nowhere to be so I don't have to worry about arranging rides for them or making Dan do all that taxi business. The kids are old enough to be self-sufficient and helpers. (they try to be helpers...) Dan is also forced to work from home which means he's available to do all the things I can't, isn't he lucky? And since everything around us is closed, it's not like I'm really even missing out on doing things in San Antonio. I'm also very thankful that my turn with the virus hasn't been as serious as those we've seen on the news. Some people have hardly any symptoms while others are fighting for their lives. That is not my story and I'm so so glad.

On the other hand, being sick for such a long stretch of time is exhausting in and of itself. When I do attempt to do something like go up the stairs, I'm pretty beat afterwards. When I come out on the other end of whatever this is it will take some time before I'm 100% again.

Well, I wanted to document this illness because when I look back on the pandemic of 2020 it's not like I'll forget getting sick. And if you've read this far you deserve a medal, or a few pictures at least! I haven't taken very many lately.

My sweet Carson came and hung out with me for awhile in my room

I played Zoom triple yahtzee with my mom, and won!

My first attempt at giving Dan a fade haircut. Not the best, but certainly could've been worse!

A few days ago we went for a drive around the Olmos Park area and looked at fancy homes. (Don't worry I didn't get out of the car) One of the streets we came across was Corona Ave! STOP CORONA!!

Until next time... and hopefully I'll have started having some fever free days the next time I write!