Try to imagine, if you can, the way it might feel to wake up one morning and realize that, during the night when you sleep with your bed folded over, you are somehow an 18- Two wide mobiles collided with the wheeler while dragging the house. ,
I had a sniffle, no fever or cough for a few days. Allergies, probably. To be sure, I did a home test for COVID-19, waited and prayed for 15 minutes, and was very grateful for testing negative. No truck hit me. It was just winter. Remember the days when winter was “just a winter”?
Since the beginning of the pandemic, with the slightest sniffles I think maybe it’s time to put my affairs in order. In my case, that would mean cleaning out my closet.
After so many months of face masks and social distancing, I can barely remember what “just a cold” feels like.
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We had been friends since we were little girls, in good times and bad, and I had never heard her voice so sick.
Thankfully, she did not recover quickly, but made a full recovery.
Since that day, I have often heard from readers who have lost loved ones to COVID-19. My heart goes out to them. It seems like most people I know personally have the virus, and luckily survived it. My husband and I have done the test on several occasions, and have always been grateful for the great results.
After testing negative a few days ago, I wanted to believe I “just have a cold.” But it kept getting worse. Then, when I woke up yesterday realizing I had been hit by a truck, I decided that maybe the test was wrong.
I know several people – maybe you have too – who tested negative one day, then positive two days later. So, I took another home test. Waited and prayed for another 15 minutes. And once again, I was grateful and relieved to test negative.
Still, it’s not “just a winter” the way I thought it was. It was a nasty bug that I never wanted to pass on to anyone. To limit the risk to my husband, I keep my distance, sleep in the guest room, use a separate bathroom and cover my mouth when I cough.
But when he insists on bringing me water or coffee or chicken soup or brownies, I don’t argue. I just say, “Thank you.” He says, “You’re welcome,” and I’m pretty sure he means it.
This morning, I rolled over on the guest bed and reached for a pillow that a friend had given me years ago. One side is embroidered with the words: “I love you to the moon and back.” The other side has a pocket for his picture. I took the photo and no matter how sick I was feeling, his beautiful smiling face made me lit up like Christmas.
In a day or so, if I still feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, I’ll probably get a lab test done. And clean out my wardrobe. But today I feel well taken care of and can trust that I have recovered.
It’s no fun feeling like you’ve been hit by a truck. But it helps to spend time waiting, praying, taking good care, and receiving the wonderful gift of good news.
I hope you never get sick for any reason. If you do, I hope you’re blessed with someone who loves it enough to bring you water and coffee and chicken soup and brownies.
I hope you enjoy knowing that countless others have recovered from the same illness you are suffering from.
Sick or well, I hope you are surrounded by smiling faces that will light you up like Christmas.
And if you or a loved one ever needs to be tested for COVID-19, I certainly hope you get good results.
Negative can be positive news.
Sharon Randall is the author of “The World and Then Some”.
He can be contacted at [email protected]