A week ago I was fairly convinced I had COVID 19. I even wrote a blog post headlined, Life With
Covid 19. That's because I had been tracking
my fever hourly for about four days. It
had a high of 103.9. and ranged from
104.5 to 97.6 since May 30, when it first
clocked in at over 102. Otherwise no symptoms and I had Covid test that came out
negative.
Still, my doctor was convinced, as I was, that I had Covid
19, albeit a mild dose. So I had another
test. When they take the test, they take
a long q-tip and shove it up your nose.
The first time I took it they used a special kit with its own carrying case and device that
looked like a digital thermometer and packed away in its own special plastic
case. The test was administered by a very gentle, soft spoken doctor who apologized for any
pain. I felt nothing. For the second test I had a battle-weary nurse who used a
very long wooden stick, shoved it way back
into my head and rooted around awhile.
"Wanna make sure we get a good sample," she said.
I was definitely aware that
someone had shoved a q-tip up my nose, but I
also wanted to be sure she got a
good sample. She put the q-tip into a
plastic sandwich bag.
Two days later, negative.
So what's caused the fever? It's
a mystery. I am back and functional and
a little disappointed that I did not have a mild case of Covid. The average recovery is about two weeks, and
by the time the test result came back I was nearly two weeks in
quarantine. A few days more and I would
have been cleared and potentially carry antibodies that would last for a while.
So I watched a lot of good movies and
read a couple of good books. Nice
vacation.
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