A Coronavirus Diary 21 — Epilogue
<p>After more than two years of avoiding it — at least as far as I know — I was finally struck down by COVID-19. Stepping out of the shower one Monday evening, I suddenly felt freezing cold. My teeth chattered and I raced to dry myself and put some clothes on. As the evening progressed, I felt worse. I told myself to wait until morning — but the following day I felt no better, and around lunch time I was staring at the dreaded double line on a rapid test device.</p>
<p>That afternoon, I moved my essentials into the basement, set up the futon, and started what I expected to be five days of isolation from my family. But two days later, Alice and the kids also began to feel rough, and inevitably all tested positive. The infectiousness of Omicron meant isolating within the house was either too little, or too late. Happily no-one developed serious symptoms, and we were all recovered within a few days — bar a lingering chesty cough that Alice struggled to shake off for the next couple of weeks. And that was that.</p>
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