I Took the Antibody Test and Tested Positive
Last Monday, my fiancé and I finally went to our local urgent care office to get tested for coronavirus antibodies. The process in which it took for us to finally get the test done in-person was slightly more complicated than we anticipated it to be.
After all, there’s recently been nonstop promotion in New York in regards to getting tested. These have been in the form of television commercials, paper mail, sponsored ads on social media, and more. So, once we finally felt comfortable enough to make our appointment, we assumed that it would be seamless.
Instead, it took a few extra steps.
It started with a google search to locate the nearest testing location in our neighborhood, followed by an online appointment request, which later turned into an appointment request over the phone.
Once we locked in our appointment over the phone, we then had to first be “interviewed” via video call to assess our reasoning for wanting the antibody test before we were able to visit in-person. Finally, after the video call, we then had an in-person appointment scheduled.
That appointment happened last Monday.
Assuming that there would be some sort of wait, I blocked out an hour on my work calendar for the appointment. As my fiancé and I left our apartment to drive to the urgent care office, I couldn’t help but feel nervous.
You see, back in late March, I had in fact experienced a few of the symptoms that had been associated with COVID-19.
I woke up one day just feeling completely terrible.
Though I never actually checked my temperature, I can only assume that I had a fever. I experienced chills, body aches, and felt extremely fatigued — more so than I’ve ever felt with the common cold.
So, I slept the day away and by the next morning, I was fine. Then, several days later, I lost my sense of smell and taste for exactly one week which was surprisingly the worst part for me because I hate not being able to taste my food.
However, that was the worst of it. I never had any difficulty breathing nor was I bedridden for multiple days.
I was lucky.
Flash forward back to the actual appointment, my palms were sweaty and I couldn’t stop my foot from rapidly tapping. Worst of all, I absolutely hate getting my blood drawn. So, this was overall not my ideal situation to be in.
But, it was necessary.
After my blood was drawn, I was told that it would be five to seven days until I received my results. The receptionist proactively made an appointment for one week later.
That appointment was yesterday morning at 9:15am.
I woke up yesterday morning effortlessly as if my body already knew what to expect. I went straight to my laptop and awaited the video call, which was slightly delayed.
When I finally got on the line, I greeted my Doctor, made a bit small of chat, then he immediately waived my paper results in front of the camera which stood out like a giant ink stain that read, “POSITIVE”.
And I have to admit, I was extremely relieved.
I was relieved just to know. I was relieved to finally have an answer and not be in the dark, constantly going back and forth questioning whether or not I had it.
I’ll Never Know If I Ever Had Coronavirus
And it’s likely that neither will a ton of other people
More importantly, I was grateful that the symptoms I had experienced were not as bad as they could have been. They were not the worst case scenario.
And the biggest shocker in all of this was that my fiancé ended up testing negative, despite the fact that we live together.
For most people, maybe even for everyone, coronavirus has put so many things into perspective. Speaking specifically about America, it’s put into perspective the fragility of our economy, the fragility of our health care system, the fragility of our health in general, the importance of the relationships that we cherish, and the list goes on.
For me, I’m just overwhelmingly grateful.
Grateful for life.
Grateful for health.
Grateful for my family and friends.
Just grateful for everything that I have.
Because all of that could have been gone in an instant.