Three Words

There are three words I hoped I’d never have to say. Pick one.

 

a) Where’s my wallet?

b) The Warriors lost.

c) I’m a Republican.

d) I have Covid.

e) All of the above

 

And the correct answer is…

 

e). With special emphasis on d)

 

As mentioned in my Coldvid post, I tested negative on Tuesday, but on Friday was tested as usual before entering the Jewish Home for the Aged to play piano. I sat outside to wait my fifteen minutes and when the nurse came out, I started walking in and she shouted: “Stop! Back away and put on your mask. You are positive!” Which is a word you don’t want to hear these days when it comes to Covid or teenage pregnancy tests in Texas.

 

So there you have it. I thought I would get through this untouched and though there’s no shame in getting it now— I have LOTS of company—still it’s a weird feeling to connect my body to that word. In my 6^thday, I feel notably better. Perhaps helped by two vaccinations and two boosters, the whole thing has mostly been like a medium bad cold. It certainly affected my first week home, each day feeling like something to simply get through rather than thoroughly enjoy and savor. But a friend brought over a jigsaw puzzle and alongside the piano, reading and walking in the park (still feels okay to do and yes, I will stay far away from others and be masked), I have the necessary tools to get through. 

 

Very sad that I didn’t get to play piano for the seniors after five weeks away. But the good news? My wife had to do the shopping today!