Numbers are numbers and truthfully it was a matter of time. Not an if, but more a when, and since things were beginning to be "normal" it makes perfect sense that it would happen now.

The good news

Is that I seem to be out of the woods. I had a couple of relapses, if you will, but for a few days I've not had any signs of fever or weakness. So, I think I'm done with the ugly.

I have to say that even though I was quite happy not getting COVID, I also feel some sort of relief now that I have. I mean, I'm here, didn't end up hospitalized or worse.

My case was also not extreme. I kept track of my oxygenation, and It never dropped to worrying numbers. It's not entirely unthinkable that my immune system is working great, since I've never been one to get sick much and currently have no comorbidities.

The bad...

My family has been freaking out a bit around me. Well, I'm not even welcome at my grandma's house at the moment. I understand it, but I can't help but to feel hurt a bit. Not to say that I expect my 86 y/o grandma to kiss me hello, but still.

Also, staying in bed for more than a week can do a number to one's mind. It was driving me insane to say the least, so today I decided to take a stroll around the farm, get some air, away from everyone, of course, but out of the house.

What now?

Not sure... I think I just need to wait some more. I intend to take an ANTIGEN test in the next few days, see if I'm still contagious. If I am, as you must imagine, I'll keep on isolating, but If I'm not, I'm going to go back to working on my shop projects, and reincorporating myself to life, so to speak.

Stay safe Peeps

MenO