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.