Update: The Rona Got My Husband But Not Me (A Covid Rant)

You guys, what a couple of days.

It all started yesterday morning, when we were about to leave the house. My husband was going to the office to work and I had a driving lesson. Before we left the house, husband said his throat was feeling funny and that he was going to take a self test. He took the test and went to shower. After his shower, he went back to look at the test and it showed as positive. He immediately showed me the test but said he might have waited too long to check the results, which you shouldn’t look at after 30 minutes, so he decided to take a second one. Well, the second one turned out to be positive as well. I decided to take one myself (yes, we keep a shitload of tests at home, just in case) and it came back negative. Weird. I went ahead and cancelled my driving lessons, in case I might have to stay in isolation.

I’m sure it’s different for every country but here in Portugal, if you get a positive self test, you have this form to fill online, after which they’ll give you further instructions. Rui filled the form and was told he’d have to call our free SNS (National Health Service) line, which he did. He spoke to this operator who asked if he had any symptoms and he said the only thing bothering him was his throat. She said that because there were symptoms, even if mild, he’d have to be transferred to a nurse.

2.5 hours later – That’s how long he waited in line – he was able to speak to a very kind and helpful nurse. He described the situation and added the fact that his wife was pregnant. The nurse immediately booked us for two (free) PCR tests that same afternoon.

We both went to take the tests (him wearing a mask the whole time, even in the car) and were told we had to wait up to 48 hours for the results. We came home and went about our days, while keeping our distance from each other, which is not super easy if you live in a small house. We ate dinner apart and he slept on the couch while I slept in our room. When I say we slept, I’m probably exaggerating because we didn’t sleep much at all. The waiting for the results and the whole of the situation was giving major anxiety so I didn’t fall asleep until after 4 in the morning.

Next morning I woke to the results via text (they both text and email us) and was very surprised to find out that I’m actually NEGATIVE, while he’s positive. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? We spend a lot of time together, drive in the same car, use the same bathroom, sleep in the same bed in the same tiny bedroom.

Anyways, we’re now going through the motions of avoiding each other while living together. He has to quarantine for 7 days, which means he can’t leave the house at all. With him being the driver and me not having a license and being quite far away from everything, I’m not leaving the house either. I had to cancel my driving lessons, a hair appointment and we’re going to miss our second birth preparation class.

As for the arrangements, he’ll keep working from the garage/his man cave during the day and then stay and sleep in our bedroom at night. I’ll be staying and sleeping in my office, in the sofa bed. We’ll try not to cross paths in the kitchen or bathroom and we’ll wash and disinfect our hands after using the common areas.

I won’t lie and say that I’m absolutely okay with this. I miss my husband as we’re used to spending a lot of time together. I hate sleeping and eating without him. I’m grateful for the fact that I’m healthy and that he’s mostly asymptomatic but I’m still afraid I might catch it and that he’ll get really sick. I’m upset I had to cancel my driving lessons and my driving theory lessons because it means I won’t be able to finish my first set of driving lessons and my driving theory exam in February, which sucks because I really wanted to be done with my license before the baby is here in May.

Such is life. I honestly have no idea how we even managed to catch it because we’re both vaccinated and have gotten the booster, we wear masks everywhere we go and we’re super careful in general. Still, I should probably stop complaining and just be grateful that we’re both okay.

Sorry for the rant, I’m in a foul mood.

Hope you’re all healthy and safe.

Wear a mask, wash your hands, get the jab!

Love,

Cheila

6 thoughts on “Update: The Rona Got My Husband But Not Me (A Covid Rant)

  1. My mom got Covid (she’s vaccinated) and wore multiple masks in the house because my step-dad is high risk (also vaccinated) but my step-dad still tests negative. Although, my brother did end up testing positive after several days (he’s also vaccinated). It’s weird how sometimes people in close proximity don’t pass it on. I hope your husband feels better soon!

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