I’ve been hesitant to share publicly for obvious reasons, but I think enough stories match my own at this point that it likely doesn’t matter:
My suspected-COVID journey went like this: 1/8
I assumed it was the flu, but it seemed like it was never-ending. Towards the end of week 1, I ended up in the ER because I couldn’t breathe, and my prescribed inhaler wasn’t helping. 2/8
Went home after several hours, still felt like shit but I could breathe, until about three days later, when I ended up back in the ER.
Tested negative for the flu again. 3/8
Around this time, Mrs. Angry got sick with similar symptoms, though nowhere near as severe as mine. 4/8
Around the same time, mini-Angry was hospitalized with pneumonia.
Anecdotally, the ER Dr. told us she was seeing an unusual amount of viral pneumonia this season. 5/8
Took about a week for mini-Angry to recover.
Worth pointing out that they both tested negative for the flu, also. 6/8
I took one rapid-antibody test and tested positive for the antibodies, but the tests aren’t perfect.
After I get the results of my second (FDA-approved) test I’ll be more confident. 7/8
This is why I’ve been urging people to not play with this from the beginning — it’s *not* fun.
And if that wasn’t what I had, I damn sure don’t want it. (End)