On Wednesday, March 11, I returned from a trip to the UK – the first vacation I’ve taken from my entry-level position at a huge Chicago corporation – and crashed into bed. When I woke up, I had a sore throat and felt unusually warm and totally exhausted. I blamed my jet lag and my 3+ days of wine and fast food. But in an effort to make sure I could get my paid sick leave, I went to the doctor, where I was tested for the flu, strep, and COVID-19.
The first nurse practitioner I saw said she didn’t have a COVID test, but thought I wouldn’t need one. Then a second nurse delivered the news that tests had JUST come in – lucky me! (PS: if you’ve never had a nose swab, this is reason enough to try to stay inside and avoid contamination).
