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Preston Cook
As for me, I am heathy as is my wife. But no fun living through this pandemic. I would have preferred if they had put it off another 10 to 15 years.
The other day, Hannah, a nurse granddaughter stopped by. I told her what I went through on my driving trip in early November from our summer home on the Mississippi River in the historic Minnesota city of Wabasha (home to the National Eagle Center) to our winter home north of San Francisco.
The week prior to my drive to California, I had been in contact with my Wabasha handyman in a commercial building I own there. He works in the back of the building; I take care of my eagle collection in the front. While we were never closer than six feet, he was at the property daily, as I was. He was diagnosed (lunch with an infected daughter a few days earlier) with Covid19 the day before I was to drive west. I called Mayo, my health provider, and they said I do not qualify for a test since I was never closer than six feet. I should have lied.
I drove the 2000 miles for the next four days, about 500 miles a day, needing a total of ten hours charge time for the trip in my Tesla X. I packed my own food in a cooler for the entire trip, not once having a meal in a restaurant (no drive-throughs either). I did stay in three hotels. I always wore a mask when inside. Well, I had the worst allergy attack ever. Was it Covid19? I searched the car for a possible offender, finding none. I had no cough and no fever (checking almost hourly), at the time the most telling features of the disease. While I felt tired, I was good enough to drive each day, about 12 hours (remember the charging time of about 2.5 hours per day with some relief if I could get a full charge at the hotel). Arriving in our California home, I felt a bit under the weather, a bit tired. I began my exercise routine of exhausting hill work, feeling a bit more out of breath than usual. By the time I arrived in California, it had been nine days since exposure. My wife did not have any symptoms. Maybe it WAS just a bad allergy attack.
I opened a fresh pressurized can of Illy coffee and took a whiff. The coffee did not smell. I thought it a bit strange and decided I should return the can as it had gone stale. My next chore was to head to the back yard for dog clean-up. We had boarded Nigel, our English bulldog, while in Minnesota. I picked up his poop to discover it did not smell either. I thought this a bit strange that Nigel’s poop did not smell and wondered what the boarder had fed him to produce such results.
Lunch time rolled around to find the sardine and onion sandwich also did not have an odor (my wife makes me prepare and eat these outside). I began to think something was amiss. I had totally lost my sense of smell, apparently, according to my granddaughter, THE telling sign of Covid19. I must have had a mild case in early November with no lasting issues. I did not get tested for Covid19 nor antibodies. Why bother? I was careful, mask, distance, no indoor activities with others. Donna received her first vaccine last Thursday, as she has a few years on me. Not sure when I will get mine.
So, here I thought I was being careful and still got it. Stay safe.
Sorry for the lengthy posting.
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