I thought the next time I wrote about Covid it would be a reflection on Kate and I’s early experiences with Covid / lockdowns, but nooooooooooooooo… Guess who got Covid in Montana – This guy! I left on Thursday, came home Sunday and tested positive and the beginning of March. Don’t you worry, in that brief ten minutes I was upstairs I managed to plague rat myself with the entire family. At the time I didn’t know this, so I isolated downstairs for several days aka I had a vacation from my vacation. Covid wasn’t great but honestly n# of vaccines later I don’t think it hit that hard. Then Wednesday rolls around and Teddy tests positive. So I guess I’m officially out of isolation. Teddy hit 104 the first night which was a very terrifying wake up for us at 3am. Especially since I was groggy as shit from actual Covid, but a ton of baby Tylenol later the fever was under control and Teddy was just a snuggly lil bear. Kate on the other hand hit way worse. Three-four days of chills then completely lost her sense of taste and smell. Weeks later it’s still barely back.
It’s a bit of a relief that we finally succumbed to Covid. We spent years at high alert just waiting for it. I had actually gotten to the point where I was starting to think I had super immunity (I didn’t) Now that its over though its great. I can lick doorknobs with impunity. Teddy can eat food off the floor. Kate will fastidiously continue to wash her hands. We’re now immune to every disease, right? That’s how this all works I’m told.