So...2020, am I right?!?
When we last left off our
heroine protagonist was planning her trip to Atlanta for Thanksgiving. What a difference a day makes, as they say.
I was informed on Friday that I had been exposed to someone who had just tested positive for Covid. I did some research, and I decided that going to Atlanta was a bad idea.
Truthfully, it was probably a bad idea to begin with. But this piece of information made it an unequivocally bad idea. So, I canceled my trip.
I did have a rapid test on Friday, but that was just a few days post exposure, and they say that my negative could be a false negative. And that to test accurately, I should wait 5-7 days, which falls squarely on Thanksgiving.
I'm not upset about having been exposed. I have been careful, I have made decisions based on risk assessment, taken precautions and played the odds. The person in question is asymptomatic. Which is good - I don't want anyone getting sick. I strongly doubt I'll get it, or if I do that it'll be anything more than a mild inconvenience for a few days. But what if I were an asymptomatic carrier who caused my mother or her boyfriend, or any of their small bubble to get sick.
So, hopefully there will be enough pizza for two. I did manage to order a turkey breast, dressing mix, and sweet potatoes at the store. I don't care if we eat Turkey on Thursday, but I do want the sandwiches after.
I also got a bottle of Durkee sauce - a mayostard/mustardayonnaise concoction that I find critical to the sandwich making process.
|It's like 1970s in a bottle. Aquariffic!|
So, that's the latest. If I end up with symptoms, I'll let you know. But I think this is just going to be something in a long list of things that, one day, we'll look back on and laugh.
I could use a laugh.
But seriously, I'm fine. I'll keep you posted!