Thirteen days into December, despite being fully vaccinated and “boosted,” I was diagnosed with COVID-19. I tested when I was alerted that someone in my inner circle became sick and was shocked to learn that the insidious virus was hanging out in my body. I immediately contacted the few people I was in the company of in the suspect time frame. It’s an understatement to say it was challenging to wrap my head around this.
Once having COVID became public knowledge, a couple of reactions left me feeling like an irresponsible human snatching joy from our planet. The “Oh, No, I hope you didn’t get me sick; I have a busy calendar,” and the unsaid yet implied, “How Could You?” were really upsetting. As the “Oh No” chain grew, I fell apart.
Some awareness during that first “I have COVID” week:
1. I haven’t always done my due diligence by asking everyone I’m with if they’re vaccinated or if they’ve been exposed to the disease.
2. A few times, I strayed outside the limits of my home with multiple masks left in my car.
3. Like almost everyone I know, I’ve been with friends and family in restaurants or coffee shops, not knowing who around me could—knowingly or unknowingly—be infected. (I was basically unsymptomatic and wouldn’t have known I was sick unless someone I care about was infected.)
I’m fine now (fine being relative, of course!), and I’m fortunate to be healthy with no pre-existing physical vulnerability issues. (I am, however, vulnerable to hurt or sorrow.)
Ironically, the person I most likely contracted it from is the most conscientious mask-wearer I know. And, I certainly didn’t think anything like, “how dare that person give me COVID!”
I isolated as mandated, of course, which offered an uncharacteristically slow, last few weeks of the year mindset, and had plenty of time to revisit what matters most: other humans. (I’m always aware of that, but there are times in life’s craziness that I haven’t always prioritized that.) And, I was blessed with gems like the notes and phone calls I received from people who love me and were just “checking in,” and by my dear friend, Monica, driving forty minutes, each way, to bring soup, candy canes, and “church-lady made” pierogies to my front door.
My takeaways from this experience include:
• if you’re diagnosed with coronavirus, notify those you’ve physically been with during the required period
• let anyone you’ve spent time with recently know if you’ve been in contact with someone who’s sick
• don’t share other people’s medical conditions (of any kind) without consent
• don’t assume that because someone has the virus, s/he was irresponsible
• if you’re carrying guilt about inadvertently exposing someone recognize that you did not create COVID-19
• be kind to yourself—we all deserve that regardless of our health
Part two tomorrow morning!
As it’s so often said, you don’t ‘know’ until you experience it yourself….your thoughts just confirmed that reality. Thank you for enlightening our awareness with your journey the last few weeks. ❤
Thank you, my dear friend, for your love and support!
So happy to hear you are doing well. Sorry you had to experience all of this. Life!
There are many who most likely had it and were not aware of it. From Day 1, this pandemic has been most confusing.
🙏🏼 for many continued blessings for you in 2022.
On Mon, Jan 3, 2022 at 10:22 PM peace full home®—intentional living wrote:
> Kay Malloy McLane posted: “Thirteen days into December, despite being > fully vaccinated and “boosted,” I was diagnosed with COVID-19. I tested > when I was alerted that someone in my inner circle became sick and was > shocked to learn that the insidious virus was hanging out in my body.” >
Thanks for reaching out, Ronnie. It definitely has been an interesting/challenging two years. Am sending prayers your way as well! I hope you and all you love have wonderful a 2022!