No one has been more wrong about a medical diagnosis since doctors drilled holes in people’s skulls to let out bad humours. We 100% have COVID. The prudent thing to do would have been to set aside our own faulty judgment and test when Daniel first had symptoms. Now, we’ve spent the last two weeks spreading COVID all over Europe. The elderly people on the trains. The nice kids working in the cat cafes. The tour guides. We feel terrible that we’ve exposed them.
And, we just feel terrible period. Daniel is finally on the upswing, but Stef’s been limping along with some of the weirdest symptoms ever. At least we have an answer about why we’ve been sick for so long, and it’s a satisfying one. We are so glad we did not bring this home to Mom and Jay, and we should start testing negative long before we get on the plane home.
We tested Tuesday morning, and just kind of had a little emotional and physical collapse. There was a lot to do – researching latest CDC guidance, pharmacies, getting food we could make and eat in our bare-bones hotel room, paring down our next two weeks in Europe, and deciding what we could responsibly do with our limited energy and strong desire not to infect anyone else. We did that stuff, then fell into bed until 4pm.
Once resurrected, there wasn’t much we really felt up to. We went by the outside of the Cathedral of Catalunya:
Late at night, Daniel went for a walk on Las Ramblas, a famous shopping district, and rambled down to the Plaza de Catalunya.
And that’s it, that’s all we had in us.
Today’s public service message: If you’re feeling sick, it might be COVID. Even if it doesn’t seem like COVID, it might be COVID. Take a test.
Oh geez. I’m so sorry.
That’s super rough. Hope you two recover soon!