Before we left Iowa for the move to Florida last fall, we pretty much remained at home, not really seeing anyone for our last 3 weeks. Three days before we hit the road, my wife Cathy went to the auto parts store with mask on and keeping the recommended distance and all that, to get new wiper blades for the car. She paid for them, and the nice man came out and put them on for her and she returned home. On our second day on the road, she began feeling funny; on the last day, so did I.
That’s how we got COVID.
On our first full day after arriving, we were tested, and a couple days later we received the positive results with a quarantine order…
If you get a quarantine order, it becomes unlawful to leave the house for the specified period of time. I wonder if it occurred to anyone that means you are cut off from seeking medical attention. There was also no food in the house, and since we moved way out in the country, you can’t get it delivered like we were doing in Iowa.
Don’t tell anyone, but we drove into Deland to get provisions. No, wait, don’t go crazy on me!
We ordered online for curbside pickup and the nice store workers put our stuff in the trunk and we never got out of the car or came into contact with him in any way…
Even so, I hate to think of what would happen if we needed a doctor. I guess you call 911… not sure.
I know that many people like to keep up with all of the latest trends and fads, but even though COVID is all the rage, I really can’t recommend it. As for the symptoms I experienced, it didn’t really ever rise to the level of a bad chest cold, at least as best I can remember what a cold is like, for I can’t recall my last one, it was so long ago. The thing about COVID, at least for me, was the fatigue factor that starts to set in. After the first few days, at about the time I was thinking this was going to be a cakewalk, I started to feel really tired. The day after that, I took a nap in the afternoon, which is highly unusual for me. Then I needed a morning nap and an afternoon nap, and I didn’t wake up in the morning until after 6 am (I am normally up by 4).
The next day I had congestion in my chest and didn’t want to get up at all, and the day after that, day 10, it was completely gone.
Even so, I felt weak for a couple of weeks after we were all clean of the virus, and even now I cannot really smell anything. I would imagine that if I had more underlying conditions than being over 55 and a bit overweight, that fatigue period would be when the virus would really get rough…
Ironic, isn’t it? All of the times last summer when we didn’t do a very good job of following the rules, nothing happens. When we were following the rules very carefully, it got us both: This virus is a nasty piece of work; please don’t take it lightly.
Next time I’ll share our new neighborhood church with you. Last Sunday was our very first worship service- you won’t want to miss this one!