April 16 2020. No, that’s not the day of this post. It’s the day I woke up with a sore, scratchy throat. I was puzzled but unconcerned, since I had been in semi-self-imposed lockdown for more than three weeks.
I had ventured out for groceries, and to the drug store and pet store, and even made a stop or two at the home centre. All within my municipality – heck, all within 10 km. At no time did I wander – always in and out knowing exactly what I was there for. So no chance of being exposed – or so I thought.
But over the two weeks since, I’ve lived a mild version of what many others have experienced. It’s been the strangest illness ever, with no symptoms of some things and problematic symptoms otherwise. Continue reading “There But For…”
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