We ran into an old friend last week. Hadn’t seen her for years so there were hugs and hellos all around.
Then a text message less than 24 hours later. She’d just had a positive Covid test.
Gah.
So I’ve been waiting for my sense of smell to drop out, or the pink eye to start, or whatever weirdness would announce this exciting adventure. But so far, nothing.
Six days since contact, and nada. Touch wood if we’re clear tomorrow I think we’re good.
I dodged it a few weeks ago; went out for lunch with my mum, where she was complaining about a bout of hayfever... got the call the next morning that she had finally succumbed to the spicy cough. Immediately panicked and had my BFF drop some tests around (she stood outside my front door and threw them at me - thank goodness I work from home). Spent a week freaking out every time I sneezed and testing myself until I finally accepted that I'd managed to avoid getting it. I had 4 trips over to the plague states in 2023 and was convinced on each one that this time I'd get it, so kind of amazed that I managed to dodge it even when I had a close call at home.
Speaking to colleagues over east who are shocked I'm a novid, and then they cheerfully tell me they've had it twice or three times leaves me wanting to disinfect my web cam and monitors. I've had moments wondering if I'm just Stu in The Stand, and I'll end up the last uninfected person on earth as everyone around me succumbs. Such happy thoughts 😂
Good times. Been there, done that.