When we started this Covid shut down I made a practice of taking my temperature regularly, and after a couple of weeks with no issues, I stopped. So Saturday, I got to thinking about that and took my temperature. I didn't feel sick, just tired from having missed my nap three days in a row, but otherwise fine. I was a little shocked to discover it was at 102.3.
What to do? This can be a serious matter, given that I am a caretaker for a fragile 87-year old. I called the Covid hotline and they sent me to the clinic... where they found my temperature was normal. Defective thermometer? They administered THE TEST, and told me I should get the results in four days (Wednesday at the latest.) In the meantime, the prescription is quarantine.
I have no symptoms, other than a fever. (Today its right at 101)
There are things to like about this. I spent all day Sunday reading. Havn't had an excuse to do that for years. Finished The Closers, Michael Connelly; started 1453, Bernard Cornwell; and started A Distant Mirror, Barbara Tuchman. (The last two I have read before. Tuchman's history of the middle ages starts at about 1453, with the 100 years war.) Also read the NYT and WAPO. Today I cleaned my room, something needed for a long time.
Things I don't like about it... I have stuff to get done that I can't do in my room. Hickory (who is also more or less quarantining) has plenty of stuff to do besides bring me stuff I could get for myself. And I feel fine.
Do I worry about having Covid 19? Sure. But I don't really think I have it. This is just an excess of caution and I expect to be back to normal Wednesday. If not? Will keep you posted.