In early 2020, when news first came of a pandemic sweeping out of China, my wife’s first thought was to not worry about taking precautions and to get it over with.
“Everyone is going to get it eventually” she said, “so we might as well do it soon.”
That was before the first wave hit Germany. When a neighbor being rushed to hospital and a friend from church in their early fifties died, we got cautious quickly. And managed to avoid getting sick.
Still, with each variant it seemed a matter of time. Vaccination eased the impact, but not whether you would be infected.
More and more, it seemed people I knew were getting COVID-19. There seemed no logic. One spouse would contract it, the other not. People couldn’t figure out where they might have been exposed. The ulta-cautious managed to pick yup the virus, the less cautious somethimes went uninfected.
With high vaccination rates the impact was lessened, even as case numbers rose. People were still dying, but not as many. Hospitals weren’t being overwhelmed.
On the last day of June, I joined the club. I tested positive.. I had been careful, but still managed to pick it up somewhere. The most likely location was a wedding I had attended the previous weekend. Or maybe my daughter brought it home from school.
Whichever, my COVID experience was atypical. So different from most that I am not qualified to talk about the experience of having the virus.
I took a home test because my wife insisted – I had no symptoms (well, nasal drip – but that is not uncommon for me in the morning), but she had a hunch. We had been traveling after all – who knew what we had been exposed to. I was shocked at the positive result.
I had been beginning to wonder if I had some sort of natural immunity. I had been exposed to the bug on several occasions, spending time isolating after such incidents, just in case. Now I wonder if indeed I had caught it before, maybe in that first wave when we lived in Germany, and just not had any symptoms.
No aches and pains, no loss of taste or smell. Just a feeling of annoyance that my activities were being curtailed by my diagnosis. (I voluntarily stayed away from people, didn’t partake in scheduled activities – even though such precautions weren’t required by health authorities where I was located. I wanted to be reswponsible.)
Supposedly more than half of the population of Canada has already caught the Omicron variant of COVID. For most the symptoms havebeen mild, or even as, in my case, non-existent. And the virus continues to spread.
Two years ago there was a stigma attached to those who contracted COVID. The assumption (spoken or unspoken) was that they had done something wrong, that getting sick was an irresponsible act on their part.
While that still may be true of some people, increasingly it seems the bug is out there and no matter how careful you are, at some point you will catch it. Which doesn’t lessen the need to take precautions, just don’t beat yourself up if indeed you are infected despite youer best efforts.
I suppose if we all were locked down again that would slow the spread. I’m not sure though that people are willing to do that, especially that this version of COVID is relatively less intense and causing fewer deaths.
What about you? Have you had COVID? Have you had it more than once, which seems to frequently be the case these days? Are you still being as cautious as you were in 2020? Are you willing to endure another lockdown if it slows the spread of the virus?
I’m curious. The comments box is open.