I’ll Never Know If I Ever Had Coronavirus
And it’s likely that neither will a ton of other people
On Sunday, March 29th, I woke up feeling like crap.
I felt uncomfortably cold, then suddenly hot, then cold again all throughout the day (for most of which I was actually asleep). I woke up around eleven o’clock in the morning that Sunday after finishing season three of Ozark on Netflix the night prior. I fell asleep around three in the morning on Saturday night.
When I woke up on Sunday morning feeling terrible, I assumed that it was simply from a lack of sleep from the night before along with a combined lack of sleep from the days leading up to it. On top of that, my anxiety was at its peak due to the constant coronavirus news updates, a bit of cabin fever, and just overall uncertainty of what was to come.
I assumed that all of these factors must have contributed to a normal case of a declined immune system, which happens to me quite often (especially under stress). However, when there’s a global health crisis going on, it’s difficult not to assume the worst.
But, I waited a few days before jumping to conclusions.
On Monday, the next morning, the spikes in my body temperature were gone — I didn’t have a thermometer, so I never actually took my…
