January 28th, I wake up with a stuffy nose.
Nothing major; just a stuffy nose. I cough a couple of times but it's the tiredness that I can't shake.
I go about my day and decide to go to the grocery store. After getting dressed, I am to tired to go outside.
Literally, I can't bring myself to walk about 20 steps out of my house to get into the car. I try at least three times and then I give up.
This is stupid I think but I figure I have more things to do in the house and decide to clean.
I clean the blinds, drapes and then begin to re-arrange the living room. Halfway through I'm to tired to go on. I lay down.
That is major because I never, ever, ever lie down in the middle of the day.
Before long, I wake up and see that three hours have passed.
What in the entire world is going on? I NEVER sleep during the day like that. But I'm glad because I feel slightly better and have just enough energy to go to the store.
I get into the grocery store and my legs feel like they have been weighed down by 200 lb weights.
Is this is what it feels like when the mob gets ahold of you? Lawd, I feel sorry for those men back in the 50's.
The day progresses but now I'm sneezing more and the cough is becoming pretty aggravating.
Damn, I'm coming down with a cold. That's the last thing I need.
I blame him...but I'm joking so I push on but the next few hours become pure torture.
It's January 31st and I am not feeling any better.
I decide to call my doctor and he tells me to take a Covid-19 test. I make the appointment and things begin to go downhill pretty quickly.