Seven Days in October

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Okay, I’ll start with the good news: I don’t have Covid-19.

I’ve been coughing my lungs out, my head is so stuffed it feels like it’s going to explode and I can barely walk down the stairs without keeling over.

Whatever the hell I’ve got sucks royally and I hope it goes away real fast, but at least it ain’t the coronavirus, which I have been successfully dodging—praise the Lord—for the last three years.

In fact, I have not been this sick since January 2021, which is an excellent run, especially given some the health problems I’ve had.

I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised that came down with something, seeing as how I’ve been running around like a loon for the last several days.

First there was last week’s film shoot, where it rained for most of the day, and then my niece Victoria and her husband came to town from Colorado.

I took some time off from work so I could join them and my sister to visit the Museum of Natural History, take in a Broadway show, bounce over to Coney Island to take in the New York Aquarium (where we did another turn on the Spook-A-Rama) and finally get together with the rest of the family—including my niece Kristin, and my oldest brother and sister-in-law, Victoria’s parents--for a fabulous dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant.

Other than that, it was a pretty quiet week.

By the way, I didn’t know Victoria was married until they told us, so talking about my niece’s husband still feels a bit strange to me. But then it feels like just last week I was bouncing her on my lap.

It was wonderful having the family together. The only one missing was my other brother, who wasn’t feeling well.

So, you can imagine how upset I was when I started feeling sick Friday night into Saturday morning and I learned that he had tested positive for Covid.

His symptoms sounded an awful lot like mine and I was so worried that I had infected my entire family like Typhoid Mary.

My sister convinced me to dash up to a local drug store to get tested on Saturday afternoon. And I got the good news at 6pm tonight. I have never been so happy to see the word "negative" in my life.

I’m feeling better—especially emotionally. It’s been a rough couple of days, but that's a small price to pay for such a great week.

Comments

Bijoux said…
I’m so glad you got to spend time with family, Rob. I’m only hearing of mild cases of Covid here, so it sounds like what you had was worse than Covid. I hope you are on the upswing now. Take care!
4:50 AM
Rob Lenihan said…

Hey, Bijoux!

Thanks so much. I am feeling better, but this thing is not going quietly.

I'm so grateful that I was able to enjoy the time with my family before this cold came on.

Stay well!
1:57 PM
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