Ever since I returned from a California vacation, I've had a scratchy throat and a slight cough. I didn't think that much about it because it didn't seem too bad. Yesterday I got worse, and someone suggested that I take a covid test. And sure enough, I was positive for Covid.
So now I'm isolated in my house for the next five days, hanging out mostly in my bedroom catching up on my reading. And once in awhile, I field a question from the office.
Yesterday I did put in a call to my doctor's office. He's a pretty straight-up guy and he told me that he could prescribe something for me but that he didn't think it would help very much. So I told him to not bother calling in a prescription to the drug store.
It must be human nature but it always amazes me that everyone asks the same question when I tell them I have Covid. And the question is,"Where did you get it from?" And if they ask me that question, I always ask them "What difference does it make?" Even if I do know where it comes from, what am I going to do with that information? I don't know. Call the health department? Beat up the person who gave it to me? Warn everyone to stay away from the person? The reality is that we don't know where we get Covid from. It might have blown-in during the monsoon. I might have picked it up on the beach in California. Nobody knows for sure.
The only thing I know to do about COVID is to get plenty of rest. Stay away from other people as much as possible. And wear a mask when I'm around others.
Other than that, I'll see you in 5 days.
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