Crazy timing. I caught COVID while in NYC for my anniversary this week; my first official positive test.
I'm on Day 3(ish). We saw Hamilton on Broadway Sunday afternoon and a maskless kid blew his nose and coughed the entire time. ("But otherwise, how was the play, Missus Lincoln?") I had a mask on, but he was right there beside me. I know 24 hours seems a quick turn around to get symptoms, though this new variant apparently comes on quick. Hoping it leaves just as quick.
Started out with a throat tickle Monday night then got a pretty intense fever on Tuesday night. I never measured it, but I had pretty serious chills. The fever broke overnight though I still felt like ass he next AM. And then the congestion and cough kicked in, just in time to get on my plane home. I masked and contained my cough. (Blew my nose once.)
I was amazed at how guilty I felt about getting it on vacation. We masked at all our theatre shows and ate outdoors every chance we got. The part of me who cares about public safety felt awful about getting on a plane, but the sick guy who just wanted to be in his own bed trumped that guy hard.
That's where I am now. Curled up in bed with a 99.3 degree fever, sore throat and major nasal congestion, getting up every half hour to pee because i'm drinking water every ten minutes.
So, yes, I too went back and reread this thread. It's amazing how much of the experience I've forgotten. Collective trauma blocking.
