The Covid Diaries

Welp, after three years it finally got me. The dreaded C word.

I was out for a fun night with friends at a charity event. There were several of us at one table for the majority of the evening. After the event, a few of us decided to go to the indoor bocci ball court and play a round.

The only ones who caught Covid were the four of us that played a round of bocci. Balls.

And yes, it’s spelled both ways but I prefer Bocci because it looks more Italian. Anyways it started a flu feeling 2 days later and a text that “T” tested positive for Covid, before you knew it all four of us were down with the sickness.

Here was my day to day progress:

Day 1-3: Sunday started to feel sick, Monday tested negative but couldn’t get out of bed. Tuesday, tested negative but knew I had it when it was four in the afternoon and I found myself in bed but couldn’t remember how I got there because the last thing I remembered I was watching a video about a hated YouTuber whose name I can’t remember while on the couch in the living room. Fever started.

Days 4: Finally tested positive. Made a joke on Facebook: “I’m hot-blooded, I’m feeling sick – got a fever of 100.6 ♪ “. I think I’m funny which is a sure sign that my mental capacity had been impaired in some way.

Day 5-6: I start having weird thoughts about the song Hot-Blooded because of my stupid joke. I’m fixated on the lyric “but before we do, you need to get away from you-know-who.” I spend hours in a fever dream wondering who you-know-who is. Are they this girl’s boyfriend? Are they a good friend who was warning the lass to stay away from this hot-blooded fellow? I’ve never thought about the song before and now one lyric has taken over my life.

Day 7-8: So far I’ve felt sick and exhausted (like the flu) but now a fun new symptom has popped up. I wake up without the ability to taste or smell. In an effort to test this I have sprayed so many various perfumes on me that mall ladies would be envious. Day 8 – still no taste in the morning. Later that day it comes back all at once. Covid is weird.

Day 9-14: Everything becomes a blur. My friends got coughs early on but mine just developed during this time so I now sound like a 75-year old chain-smoking divorcee with bronchitis. Every day I seem to be sticking things up my nose – sometimes it’s even for Covid testing.

Day 15: Test came back negative! I’m still hacking but it’s now down to sexy, raspy voice. I’m sad I’ll lose that. 🙁

So it’s been a few days after testing negative (checked a few times after that) but I’m still feeling rotten and I’m fine as long as I don’t talk to much which leads to coughing jags which irritates others (both the coughing and the talking). Still exhausted but on the road to recovery at least. By the way I am totally vaxxed, boosted etc. so if that had not been the case, this story would have ended very badly.

But I think the main takeaway from this is, don’t trust small Italian balls.