The good news is, my latest Covid test came back negative yesterday. Hurrah!
My daughter and her husband had visited the day before Thanksgiving, and we shared a meal. And air space during that meal. When they got home from their Thanksgiving week travels, my daughter was notified that one of her coworkers had Covid. DD was exposed on her last day of work before Thanksgiving.
One week after Thanksgiving, DD got her test results back. She had Covid. So she notified everyone, and I was immediately tested. That test came back negative a few days later, but I decided to quarantine longer to make sure I wasn't a threat to anyone. DD was pretty sick for a while, but is now on the mend. Glory to God!
So, this past Thursday, I had a follow-up test to make sure I was clear. It came back negative yesterday. But . . . . I have had a sore throat and some other symptoms for a couple weeks. So I decided to go to Urgent Care to be checked for strep before rejoining society.
Urgent Care would not treat me! They said to go to the ER, or to go home for ten days and come back if I still had symptoms! I did not think this through very well. I just headed for the ER, thinking what a waste of hospital resources this was.
Well, of course I had a mask on. But I had to sit in the Covid waiting room because of my recent history and my symptoms. And there was someone in there who was coughing like crazy. And he was frightened, a young man. He occasionally pulled his mask down because he was having trouble breathing. And, mother that I am, I approached him a couple times to see if he needed assistance, which he did. One time I actually taught him a short prayer to help calm him. I kept my mask on, and when I was close to him, he had his mask on. But who knows how many droplets were hanging in the air!
Well, I do not have strep, so the whole trip was unnecessary. Unless, perhaps, God wanted me there for that young man.
Anyway, when I was being discharged I asked the nurse if I should quarantine for another two weeks. She said it would be safest to do so.
So I will be sequestered in my apartment until after Christmas! Well, I may jump in my car to drive around and see the lights. And no-contact pick-up from the pharmacy or store should not be a problem. But . . . . . Sigh.