After 22 months, COVID arrived in our household. It came in with a whimper, not a bang. Darcy had a cough. She was to be a bridesmaid at a wedding this weekend. Because we've spent almost two years diligently wearing masks, getting vaccinated and boostered, and practicing social distancing, she took a COVID test TO BE SAFE because the groom was not vaccinated.
Her rapid test came back positive!
She called me sobbing. It was heartbreaking.
Then she went to another testing site and got the PCR test and another rapid. That one came out negative. She called the bride whose mother works on the COVID floor in a hospital. Everyone agreed a third test would determine it once and for all.
It was positive.
We masked up and solemnly watched her march into her bedroom, where she has been for the past four days. We deliver her meals outside her door, knock, mask up, and run.
Okay, that's me being funny. But we did back out of the way.
To add to it, when Madison heard the news, she panicked. Students have dropped like flies at her school, and because she has a sore throat, she got tested and isolated herself.
Her rapid came back negative. She went to work on Friday, and Darcy had to stop blaming her sister.
She isn't sick. She works out every day in our backyard. She has nothing but a cough. No fever. No chills. No aches or pains. But she missed the wedding.
The rest of us are not showing any symptoms. Tom and Maddy wear masks around the house. Oleg and I are here together every day, so we only wear them when Tom and Maddy appear. I've quarantined myself and shall do so for ten days to avoid having that thing stuck up my nose. Fingers crossed we all stay healthy!
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