After Monday afternoon's gardening chores, I was uncommonly tired. I showered, nuked a hot dog, and was in bed by 9:00.
I woke up in the night, shivering. Got up and checked my temperature. Sure enough, I was running a fever.
I can't remember the last time I had a fever.
Yesterday morning, I dug out a covid test. It was positive.
I could not believe it. After all the times I'd been exposed to covid and had not caught it, I thought I had a natural immunity, or something.
I spent the morning disinfecting the house, washing bedclothes, etc., and then went to bed in a spare bedroom. Thinking it might be best to let the fever have its way with me (as long as it wasn't too high), I did not take any medicine to lower it. Some time in the night last night, the fever broke. When I checked my temperature this morning, it was normal.
I still have a headache. My joints hurt. And if I suddenly cough or sneeze, a change of underwear will be required.
Is it too early to hope the worst is over?
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