I thought my muscle aches this morning were from working out yesterday. I thought my overheat was hot flashes. By the time I recognized that my throat was sore and my body ached in places I hadn’t exercised, I’d already spent two hours with my parents, helping them with medical and computer stuff. By the time I was on the way home I was shivering with fever and everything hurt. Shivering in the bath with a 101 fever, I had no doubt what the home test would show. I had no idea it could come on so fast or so hard.
I’m sick and miserable and worried to death. The ‘rents just had Covid two months ago, so my sister hopes they have enough antibodies. My coworkers, who my department head insists all meet in person every Tuesday, me included, have been exposed. I’ve exposed my son and my sister, obviously Ad and possibly K. I’m heartsick and wracked with guilt, as though I’ve deliberately brought on the plague.
I’ll try to write the next couple days, if I feel up to it. We’ll see. Right now I feel like shit and just want to be coddled and taken care of. Instead, quarantine, and hoping against hope I haven’t infected anyone else.