I have COVID-19, now what?
I thought it was my allergies until I lost my ability to smell. I mean, if you can’t smell Bath and Body Works shower gel or hand sanitizer, you probably have the coronavirus. I stopped short of huffing ammonia.
It only took five minutes for my test results to come in. It took less than thirty seconds to realize that this could potentially kill me.
I can’t die now; I just bought an Aerotrainer.
My husband and I had to sleep in separate rooms. He slept in his man cave and I was able to stretch out on the king sized bed sans snoring. I am not sure that either of us feel bad about this arrangement.
Trying to figure out how I caught it is irrelevant. At some point, I stood in a line at a supermarket or pharmacy. Yes, I always stood in the carefully placed marker on the floor as indicated (although, those markers never look six feet apart to me). Yes, I always wore my mask.
It has been eighteen hours since I received my results. I will have at least ten days to think about what this means. Meanwhile, I will wait for the oxygen monitors my sister, the doctor (she does not have a name, this is how I refer to her with pride) and my mother (in case my sister didn’t order it, because, well she is my Mom) purchased.
Let’s get through this…
