Day 3 of my self-imposed quarantine. I hadn’t been outside my house since Tuesday. Another really tough night tossing and turning, trying to achieve some much-needed sleep, I was experiencing pain on the left side of my face, and my fever stayed at 38.5 for twenty-four hours. Clearly, I needed help, and I turned to my husband and wife doctor team to get it.

Despite feeling like shit, the biggest thing keeping me confined to quarters was the fear that I would infect an innocent bystander with whatever in hell was ailing me. Today, I felt so weak that I didn’t have the strength to walk the one kilometer to the doctor’s office.

I told the doc I thought it was Covid because the symptoms were so similar to what I had experienced last year. He thought that was unlikely, but he did a PCR test to confirm it. Yep, no trace of Covid. So I asked, what about dengue? He had a test for that too, and once again, it was negative. So, what the hell is wrong with me then? He thought it was likely a viral blood infection. They had me lay on the couch and set up a drip bag in my arm with all kinds of vitamins and minerals. It took about 30 minutes to empty the bag into my body, but damn, I felt the results almost immediately. For one thing, the headache was mostly gone. I was feeling a surge of energy as well. It was like getting my life back.

Now that I know I’m not a danger to others, I can resume my bar-hopping lifestyle, although I am going to tone that down some as well. It’s good to be back in the land of the living.