As a stay-at-home-professor I don’t go out much. When I do, it’s a short shop, and always with a mask. I did venture out to an indoor mall on Sunday to get my laptop fixed—and now I’m laid up with the Rona.

It’s clearly a feisty version because I’ve had two shots and a booster. Gratefully, I am the only one in the house with symptoms and I’ve been hiding out in the back bedroom this whole week. Tuesday night, I thought I was having allergies and took some allergy medicine before bed. Wednesday, I was feeling tired, but that’s not surprising as I have two kids and barely get enough sleep. By Wednesday afternoon, I knew things were going downhill. Thursday, I was just plain sick and as a precaution, kept Ivy out of preschool. Eliana’s had two shots of her own and seems to be fine staying away from me. Tim’s been gone all week, so he’s fine too. My friend dropped off a home test on our porch. The verdict—guilty—I mean positive. I took a bunch of NyQuil Thursday night and it gave me a false sense of health, so I scrubbed down the whole kitchen, but I woke up Friday absolutely devastated. With a cough.

A horrible cough that made me throw up from coughing so hard. I called my doctor to see if I could get some antivirals that I’ve been hearing about in the news. He met with me via a Zoom call and told me that since I’m not old, overweight, or rocking diabetes, I don’t get the fancy meds. He gave me a prescription for cough suppressants and Tim picked up a bottle of it for me at the pharmacy. Doctor also said according to the CDC, if I don’t have a fever, then I should be good to circulate in public by Tuesday. Pray for me, I’ve binge-watched enough Korean soap operas to pick up some of the lingo. Stay healthy everyone.