Monday, August 9th – The day that I believe I contracted COVID. I had no idea at the time. It wasn’t until much later, that I thought back that this was the point in time it probably happened. It happened at work. We were taking what we thought were necessary precautions.
Friday, August 13th – I woke up with the world’s worst headache. I’m prone to headaches, so I really didn’t think much of it other than how annoying it was. This headache was on a whole different level than regular headaches. Due to the headache, I didn’t go into work. I worked from home, but ended up signing off my computer in early afternoon. I napped on-and-off through the weekend. If I’m being totally honest, I napped most of the weekend. Another thing that I didn’t realize at the time, but is important to the story is, I turned the air conditioning way down in my house (to make it 10 degrees colder).
Monday, August 16th – I still had the headache. It seemed to have only gotten worse over the weekend. Because of the headache, I worked from home. It was a long, awful day that I barely made it through. At the end of the day I sent a text message to Marla and asked her what she typically used for headaches because I was out of options and didn’t know what else to do, short of going to see a doctor. She offered an over-the-counter pain killer called ‘Aleve’ as the suggestion and, desperate to try something new, I went to the store and got some.
Tuesday, August 17th – Headache still lingering, I again worked from home. I got notification from one of my coworkers that they had gotten a COVID test the day before, and that their results had come back that morning and they’d tested positive. Immediately, I became very scared that my headache wasn’t just a headache. I called to find out when I could get tested, and I went and got tested a few hours later. I told the person administering the test that I was fully vaccinated and that, the person who’d told me they were positive was also fully vaccinated. We’d both gotten the same type of vaccine.
*Point of note – several other coworkers also went and got tested on Tuesday, as a direct result of the coworker who’d told us they’d tested positive.
I don’t think I slept at all that night. I was nervous. I was anxious. I had convinced myself that I was going to die. It was an agonizing night. My anxiety was on high-alert and I was in a consistent state of panic.
Wednesday, August 18th – I got notification that I tested positive. I was mad. So fucking mad. I got angry. I threw some things. I cried for several hours. Then I started piecing together the past couple weeks of my life trying to backtrack to where I would’ve gotten it, as well as if I’d possibly been near someone else and could’ve given COVID to them.
All throughout Wednesday we received the news that each coworker who had gotten tested had, in fact, tested positive. Our regular staff group chat became all about our anger, frustration and anxiousness of what could be coming our way.
When each of us backtracked to when it could’ve been that we were all in the same place, we all kept coming back to Monday, August 9th.
During one of the periods of which I was bawling my eyes out, I realized that my headache wasn’t a regular headache, it was early signs of telling me that I was sick with COVID. I also realized that, when I turned the air conditioning down in my house to make it ten degrees colder, it wasn’t hotter outside. My house wasn’t any hotter than it had normally been. If anything it was colder because we’d had some very rainy days. When I was making my house even colder than normal, I was overcompensating for how hot my body temperature was. I likely, at the time, had a fever but I didn’t notice it because I was so focused on my headache. I also had chalked up my tiredness/sleeping for a lot of the weekend to the headache, when in reality, I was too focused on my headache and not realizing that I was very lethargic.
Had my coworker not tested positive, I never would’ve considered that what I was dealing with was COVID. It didn’t cross my mind, because I’m vaccinated. I wear a mask everywhere. I stay away from people, or so I thought I was staying far enough away from people. I was of the belief that if I had COVID, I would have the regular symptoms that people have been talking about for the past year and a half. In reality, because I’m vaccinated, that just isn’t/wasn’t the case.
Friday August 20th – I learned that the COVID was Delta Variant. Immediately I became more nervous then before. I was extremely anxious. My mind spiraled out of control and I cried a lot that day.
And here we are.
I’m doing much better than I was last week.
I am okay. I am still sick, but I am okay. There were several days when I was so uncomfortable and so sick that all I did was cry. Out of fear, out of frustration, out of sadness, out of stress, out of everything.
If there’s one lesson I’ve learned throughout this entire experience it is that I shouldn’t let my guard down. A vaccine is an added layer of protection, not a cure. While I am extremely grateful that I am/was vaccinated, it’s not 100% protection. Due diligence is still required to stay healthy. So long as COVID is running rampant throughout society, I will continue to wear my mask, carry sanitizer with me, obsessively change my clothing if I come home from being out around people, and to guard my inner-circle. I don’t want to deal with this again.