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Today is a good day.
After a week and change of self-isolating in my office, I finally got to hug my wife and kids again.
After a week and change of self-isolating in my office, I finally got to hug my wife and kids again.
Somehow, despite going basically nowhere (and being a near-OCD-level handwasher), I contracted COVID.
I thought it was the flu.
My whole body ached. I had a cough, was exhausted, and could barely speak a few sentences without losing my voice.
I thought it was the flu.
My whole body ached. I had a cough, was exhausted, and could barely speak a few sentences without losing my voice.
I had to tell my mom on her 70th birthday that I had it.
("The test results were... uhh... positive")
I was a bit emotional, but managed to keep it together for the rest of the day. I had a bunch of work I wanted to finish, so I poured everything I had into that.
("The test results were... uhh... positive")
I was a bit emotional, but managed to keep it together for the rest of the day. I had a bunch of work I wanted to finish, so I poured everything I had into that.
After working one of the longest days of my life (in large part, I'm sure, to suppress the need/opportunity for self-sorrow)... I crashed.
HARD.
For about a week, I was a shell of myself.
HARD.
For about a week, I was a shell of myself.
Coming from being in the best shape of my life to barely having the energy to move from my desk to the couch to the mattress on the floor.
I could hear my kids laughing and playing downstairs... but I couldn't go anywhere near them.
I could hear my kids laughing and playing downstairs... but I couldn't go anywhere near them.
I commandeered their bathroom, and travelled solely between it and my office for 8 days.
Leaning over the bannister, with a mask on in my own house, to weakly wave at them, tell them I love them, and move on.
Leaning over the bannister, with a mask on in my own house, to weakly wave at them, tell them I love them, and move on.
They'd paint 'get well soon' pictures for me and leave them at the bottom of the stairs.
It was physically and emotionally vicious.
It was physically and emotionally vicious.
My wife is a superstar who, somehow, managed to take care of them, me, handle house stuff, ALL WHILE WORKING, herself.
I don't know how she does/did it... but she is a marvel, and I'm so incredibly lucky.
I don't know how she does/did it... but she is a marvel, and I'm so incredibly lucky.
Every day, I'd feel a little bit better in the morning. Only to get knocked back down in the afternoon.
Energy that I thought I had would get depleted in an unexpected instant.
Energy that I thought I had would get depleted in an unexpected instant.
This virus is a bonafide motherfucker.
Wear your mask, wash your hands, STAY HOME if you can.
You never know who has it... until *you* have it.
Then you hope you didn't pass it on to someone else before you knew it.
Wear your mask, wash your hands, STAY HOME if you can.
You never know who has it... until *you* have it.
Then you hope you didn't pass it on to someone else before you knew it.
Even yesterday, despite my symptoms being largely gone... I was exhausted.
I still have some residual symptoms (mostly just an occasional cough and some light-headedness), but I'm no longer contagious.
I still have some residual symptoms (mostly just an occasional cough and some light-headedness), but I'm no longer contagious.
Today, however, is my day of freedom.
Today, I got to walk around my house without a mask.
And hug my wife and kids.
Today is a good day.
Today, I got to walk around my house without a mask.
And hug my wife and kids.
Today is a good day.
