Well…after two years of successfully avoiding Covid, I knew it was only a matter of time before it infiltrated my family. Sure enough…yesterday I got a urgent text from XH saying our daughter needed a Covid test and he was getting the runaround from public health. I had just arrived at work but ended up contacting public health myself, getting a rapid test, picking up my daughter and bringing her home and testing her there. Negative result. So thought things were okay but offered to keep her anyway just in case. Good thing I did because fast forward to this morning and I get a text from her at around 10:30 that she is feeling nauseous and doesn’t want to leave her room. No one else was home so I called her just in time to hear her vomiting into her garbage can. Told her I was on may way and found her in her room hugging her garbage can and looking pretty ill. Got out my trusty thermometer and found out she had a fever so decided to test her again. Sure enough. This time she was positive.
The good news is that now I don’t have to worry about cancelling our trip due to a last minute positive test. Given all of her athletic activities, she was the person most at risk for catching Covid so in a way, it is a relief. Now I just have to get her a positive molecular test in order to ensure she can travel at the end of the month. Going to periodically test her brother too but he does not have near as many close contacts as she does.
Anyway…I am going to test myself on Sunday before my date with VP just in case. He has an elderly father in a care home he visits regularly so wouldn’t want to expose him to anything unnecessarily.
