My love hasn't been feeling well, a headache that comes and goes, body aches, and a general feeling of fatigue. It worries me when he admits to not feeling well, because he has to be feeling really lousy to even notice such a thing. Last night he went to bed early for him, and this morning, he went to get a covid test. I am trying not to panic, because he hates that kind of fuss when it's about him, so I'm outwardly functioning as if maybe he caught a cold, or ate something that didn't agree with him. I pray it's just a passing thing. Funny how one's consciousness shrinks to the only essential thing when someone you love isn't feeling okay. It just started snowing.
Update on Jan 27: Test results came in by email at 5 a.m. this morning. My man woke me to let me know that covid was “not detected.” Major exhale. He’s still having the headaches though. Maybe there’s been a change in atmospheric pressure? Or something. Headaches, sniffles, a new ache somewhere, these are the kinds of symptoms we just shrugged off and weathered before the pandemic. Now we self-scan for every change inside the body and wonder what it means. My niece said last night, “You ever wonder if this is how the world ends?” I will admit that all the new and more contagious covid mutations are worrying. We’re not in line for the vaccine yet, so nothing to do but just sit tight.