About ten weeks ago, I wrote about my wife and I catching what we could only assume was Covid19. I updated that article for a month, until our symptoms disappeared.
In the two month interim, I have experienced three slight recurrences of the symptoms and she has experienced one. Each were/are identical to our first symptoms only milder in both intensity and duration.
I added 'are' to the last sentence because I—as I type (7 July 2020)—am, again, symptomatic.
It began yesterday with sore long muscles in my arms; as if I had done too many push-ups the day before. As the day progressed, I tested my muscles. Other muscles began to feel unaccountably fatigued after very little activity. Newly notable, was, when I entered strong sunlight, my iris's failed to contract as if an optometrist had dilated my eyes. Today, every muscle is just slightly sore, which I notice most in my fingers, neck, abdomen, and thighs. Slight headache. No other symptoms.
For the last three months we both have practiced social distance and/or stayed home; we wear masks and gloves if going shopping (which is the only time I went out recently: grocery shopping four days ago).
Obviously, antibodies are only effective for a short period of time and then the antibodies, which may be still present, helped to reduce the severity of our symptoms from massive, can't-get-out-of-bed whole-body, 48-hour exhaustion (Chapter 1, for us) to a few hours of slightly tired muscles.
This is my opportunity to pass along some funny-albeit-apropos words I heard from my daughter yesterday: after all the shit I've done in my life, if I die because I touched my face...
lighter or informative Covid19 stuff:
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