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The Covid Experience

Two-and-a-half years into the Covid pandemic and not a hint of a cold from anyone in my family and BOOM! One little birthday party with three extended family members and the ENTIRE clan now has Covid.

Monday night my daughter was complaining of a sore throat. She thought it was from shaved ice that she had. Didn’t think much about it. Tuesday morning I wake up with a sore throat and so does my husband. We pull out the at-home Covid tests that have been sitting in our linen closet since who-knows-when. Found two that were not expired. My husband tested positive instantly. His lines were so pink, if it were a pregnancy test, he’d be pregnant. Mine was negative. So was my daughter’s.

At this point in the story it’s important to know that my husband has Multiple Sclerosis. He’s had it for over 30 years. So I told him he should get re-tested at CVS, as I know the at-home tests are about as reliable as a piece of shit (and I’ve never known a piece of shit to be reliable) plus I’m negative and so is our daughter. So he goes to CVS Tuesday afternoon. Negative. Interesting. So who do you believe? At home not reliable or CVS not reliable?

Fast forward to three hours later. My husband is flat on his ass with flu-like symptoms. I’ve seen this before when he has had the flu, except not this bad. Chills. Body aches. Sore throat. No cough. Fever. No runny nose. Hurts to move. Can’t lift his head. Feels best to just lie still. That’s different from when he had the flu. So maybe at-home test was right and that leaves me doubting CVS forever.

Wednesday we all went to ReadyMed to get tested. Or I should say I took my husband and daughter to ReadyMed to get tested. And sure enough, they both have Covid. I can only assume I have Covid as my throat feels like sandpaper and I’m developing a cough. They have no qualms about giving my daughter Paxlovid. My husband initially refuses it, as he’s heard about the re-bound it can cause (although the med provider at the facility said that only happens to people over 65. Right). Anyway, he changes his mind and they tell him he needs to be tested for kidney function. I’m baffled by this, as they readily just gave it to a 17-year-old. What about her kidney function? From what I can gather in Google searches (and there isn’t much), I guess it has something to do with age. So by now it’s too late to go back to ReadyMed to get tested for kidney function so I have to take my husband there on Thursday. Keep in mind, with us having Covid (and I’m assuming I have it at this point as well), we really should not be leaving the house and my husband can barely walk without help. So I drag him back to ReadyMed, takes the blood test, don’t hear anything until Friday morning. Oh, we have to check and see if it interacts with your Tegretol. Fine. It does not but it is suggested he take Lagevrio instead. So he has started on that.

Fast forward to today, Sunday. My husband is finally starting to get up and about, even watching TV while sitting up. My daughter is still coughing a lot and is taking a prescribed medication for that. Only two more days of the Paxlovid for her. We’re going to try an inhaler, as she says her chest hurts and I’m probably going to call the pediatrician tomorrow. As for me, my voice now sounds like a cross between Kathleen Turner and Brenda Vaccaro, maybe even a touch of Adele. And I’ve never smoked in my life. And the sneezes I’m experiencing have literally knocked my socks off.

Over the past week we’ve pondered where we could have gotten Covid from. The three of us hardly go anywhere. We work from home. My daughter studies from home. Except for a weekly trip to the store and maybe an appointment here and there (the week following Labor Day had none so we didn’t go anywhere), we are homebodies. And when we do go out we all wear masks. However, the one place we don’t wear masks is in our own home. Even with people from the outside coming in. Which is what happened last Sunday. Three people from the outside came in. And I’m not pointing fingers but one of them works in a grocery store and the other one has a child who just went back to elementary school just before Labor Day. Every. Single. One. Of. Us. At. The. Party. Got. Covid. We had the party on Sunday and by Tuesday we were all testing positive. So my theory? The one place we were not wearing masks (home) is where we got it from because someone from the outside (one of three or maybe all three–who knows) brought it to the party. And they probably didn’t even know they had it. But I guess it doesn’t matter where we got it from. The point is, we got it. And if I have to go back to the way it was in 2020 when people came to my house (we would wear masks), then so be it. Because I don’t plan on going through this again. Especially with my husband.

We’re on the mend from Covid. Wherever that may lead us.



I'm a writer. I'm also a wife and a parent who works too much and lives too little. In addition to writing I also love to read, listen to music, travel, cook, I enjoy looking for bargains at flea markets or thrift stores, Christmas, football and of course writing! How did I come up with the title of my blog? Two things: 1. I live in New England (duh) and 2. Canadian singer Alan Frew once arrogantly told me to "get a New England life"--again--DUH! I already HAVE one!