I'm currently in self-imposed precautionary quarantine, and have been for 11 days. I have not shown any symptoms... until today. This morning, I woke up all congested, with my head pounding. I was nauseous, and having chills while doing that weird cold sweat thing. I don't have a fever, though, and can still smell and taste normally. I don't want to have to extend my quarantine, but if I'm still feeling cruddy tomorrow I'll arrange to get tested.
I've had to travel a LOT the past month. I got the news that my adopted dad had passed away less than 24 hours before the funeral. I managed to get there (yes, it was that important to me). I tried to be super careful, and wore my mask anytime I was out and cleaned my hands almost obsessively. Barely two weeks later, I get the news that my bio dad was in the hospital and not doing well. I changed my plans to go see him right away (had been planning to visit a little over a week later- he died early in the morning on the day I would have arrived had I stayed with my original plans). That trip is the one that prompted me to quarantine. I was there for a week, spending hours every day in a hospital room without a mask on while people came in and out regularly because it's a hospital (my dad was by that time mostly not very coherent and could not recognize either me or my step mom when we had masks on). My step mom was there, too, and we were both allowed in because my dad was in hospice care at that point, and everyone knew it was just a matter of time and not much more of that. Under the circumstances, I wasn't as careful as I should have been about being exposed to lots of different people and I'm afraid I might have gotten it then or during the flight back home. I went straight into quarantine from the airport, so at least if I DO have it, I haven't been spreading it around. Which was kind of the point.
Not much of a consolation, but he didn't die of covid or any related illness. It was complications arising from pancreatic cancer, and he outlived his prognosis by almost two years.
I've had to travel a LOT the past month. I got the news that my adopted dad had passed away less than 24 hours before the funeral. I managed to get there (yes, it was that important to me). I tried to be super careful, and wore my mask anytime I was out and cleaned my hands almost obsessively. Barely two weeks later, I get the news that my bio dad was in the hospital and not doing well. I changed my plans to go see him right away (had been planning to visit a little over a week later- he died early in the morning on the day I would have arrived had I stayed with my original plans). That trip is the one that prompted me to quarantine. I was there for a week, spending hours every day in a hospital room without a mask on while people came in and out regularly because it's a hospital (my dad was by that time mostly not very coherent and could not recognize either me or my step mom when we had masks on). My step mom was there, too, and we were both allowed in because my dad was in hospice care at that point, and everyone knew it was just a matter of time and not much more of that. Under the circumstances, I wasn't as careful as I should have been about being exposed to lots of different people and I'm afraid I might have gotten it then or during the flight back home. I went straight into quarantine from the airport, so at least if I DO have it, I haven't been spreading it around. Which was kind of the point.
Not much of a consolation, but he didn't die of covid or any related illness. It was complications arising from pancreatic cancer, and he outlived his prognosis by almost two years.
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