Tuesday, July 07, 2020
Alright. This past Sunday morning I woke up feeling completely fine. I went for a run a little bit later in the morning than usual on a really humid day. When I was done, I was feeling really nauseous and dizzy. I went home and my husband immediately sent me for a nap in the air conditioning. During my nap, I started getting chills like I had a fever, so I took my temperature. It was normal. All day on Sunday I continued monitoring my temperature, but it was always normal, despite me fluctuating between the chills and intense sweating. My husband was convinced that I just had heat exhaustion from my run.
But the next day I woke up with a fever of 101 and I wasn't feeling well. I tried not to panic, but my fever never broke yesterday. And this morning it was up to 102.5. I called my doctor, but they said they can't see me until I go for a COVID test. They told me to contact Rite Aid, who didn't have any available appointments until Friday. Fortunately, I managed to get an appointment at a CVS this morning. It was a 30 minute drive and that test was NOT fun. Then they informed me that I would get the results in 4-7 days.
So, that leaves me here. I'm self quarantining in our master bedroom. I feel like I have the flu, but I have no respiratory issues. My fever has been between 100 and 103 all day. Writing this blog is definitely the most coherent thing I've done all day. I'm scared I've given coronavirus to my loved ones. I'm frustrated that I followed all the regulations and still may have gotten it. Even if I don't have it and start to feel better, I'm going to have to quarantine for at least the rest of the week. I'm sad because I had a 43 day exercise streak going that is obviously now broken.
I totally recognize that this blog is quite self-pitying, but I need to get some of these feelings off my chest while I'm stuck her on my own. I'm lucky because I'm young and not at risk, but this whole situation had created a lot of anxiety for me.