I contemplated over whether to post this or not, and obviously decided to do so to document my story.
As I was sitting at my desk on Wednesday, 8/4, I started feeling a tad nauseous and had a few chills. While in the bathroom, I started feeling dizzy. I immediately called my daughter to come scoop me up from work. As soon as I got home, the nausea intensified and I had to spit up. I rested for a bit, then headed out to CVS in Randleman for a COVID test. Unfortunately, the rapid test wasn't available, so I didn't get my results until Friday morning. Although I didn't truly feel like myself, I was still able to work from home on Thursday and Friday with a slight fever and a few chills. Saturday through Tuesday, I pretty much slept most of the time. Tuesday or Wednesday, I had a cough and phlegm episode. By Thursday, I could feel myself gaining energy. And by Saturday, I was back to normal.
During the midst of this, my paternal grandmother passed away. Since I was still under quarantine on Saturday, I was unable to attend the services. Being trapped in the house and not being able to attend the funeral were honestly the worst parts of me having COVID.
I'm thankful to my oldest daughter who attempted to be my nurse, and I'm sure I wasn't the best patient. She kept trying to force me to drink Pedialyte for electrolytes, but that texture just wasn't pleasing. :) I lost my sense of smell and taste, which is slowly coming back as I write this on 8/19. I did lose a little back fat (yay).
I am glad you are all better! Again, I am sorry about your grandma. I can see you roller skating around your house celebrating her though!
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