I’ll Never Know If I Ever Had Coronavirus

And it’s likely that neither will a ton of other people

Lindsey (Lazarte) Carson


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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 temperature to see if I had fever. Nonetheless, it was no longer an issue anymore. However, I did end up having other symptoms which were a bit peculiar. My sense of taste and smell were completely gone when I woke up on Tuesday morning.

At the time, health officials had only recently learned that a loss of taste and smell was another new symptom that COVID-19-positive patients were reportedly experiencing. Not everyone who tested positive for coronavirus had these symptoms, but a pretty high percentage did. So, I naturally went straight to a self-diagnosis of assuming that I had coronavirus.

My loss of taste and smell lasted exactly one week.

I partially started regaining my senses this past Tuesday, and with each day since then, it’s gotten a little stronger. However, each day that I went on without my sense of taste and smell, the more paranoid and concerned I felt about actually having the virus.



Lindsey (Lazarte) Carson

Writer, Runner, and New Mom. I write about work, relationships, culture, and life in general.