Early in the week of March 16, I began to play that game we all play as we feel a “little something” coming on. We feel that slight tickle in the throat, fight back that cough and ignore that ever so slight temperature.
We’ve all been there! Although, of course, when we were kids with those very symptoms, we would shrewdly tell mom about them the very second they appeared, almost guaranteeing a day out “sick” from school. Of course, as an adult, with a job to get to and bills to pay, I waged a fierce mental battle for almost three days. Winning battle after mental battle, until what I suspected was Covid-19, pulled out its secret weapon in the form of a 103-degree fever and rendered me a beaten man.
By Thursday evening, I was a shell of