In August of 2019 I got a "summer cold" complete with fatigue and a low grade fever. Worst time of year to be sick. Rob caught it took while we were camping.
I almost always get some sort of cough or cold once school begins. It was no surprise that I had a nasty cough in September of 2019.
In November I got another dry cough. I was sitting in a very important educational meeting at work and my friend kept passing me cough drops.
A month later I was in the same meeting coughing and had a low grade fever. Thankfully I had my own cough drops.
I was healthy all through January.
On Sunday, February 23rd, 2020 I woke up feeling a little weak and lightheaded. I really wanted to run at the track that afternoon because the weather was supposed to be beautiful. I knew if I skipped Sunday School and church because I was sick, then I was too sick to run at the track. During Sunday School I started to feel faint and by the church service I had chills. One of my youth group kids told me to go home. I left immediately after the service, walked home and put on a big sweatshirt. I crawled in bed where I stayed until the next morning. I did go to work the next day. I was thinking that might have been COVID-19, but now I am thinking it was not.
The pandemic hit full force in March. For nine and a months I had nothing. Not even a mild cold. No cough. No sniffles. Until yesterday when my daughter got a positive COVID-19 test and the rest of us are assumed positives. While my symptoms are pretty mild, my healthy streak is over. I am greatly looking forward to this pandemic being over as well.
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