It was an afternoon that turned out differently when that Monday, June 13, I received an email advising that I had tested positive for COVID, at that moment I didn’t realize it, what’s more, I sent my results to someone saying “I don’t know what I have, why why do I feel so bad, if everything gave me negative ”. And yes… I looked at the reference range row and not the results row (I think my mind didn’t even want to know and made that move.) Within seconds I received a call: “Florencia! You tested positive for COVID, you’re fucking with me that you don’t know what you have! I stayed for seconds without breathing, a thousand things came to my mind…
At that very moment my baby was removed, I was locked in a room far from any contact with any family member. Scared, too scared and with the strength I didn’t have I went to the ER, from the entrance I said I was COVID positive and they told me where to go, they treated me and noticed that my heart was very fast, the doctor was concerned and they decided to do a tomography to see the lungs and blood tests.
The result was a lot of cold in the lungs and out of range in some things, but the high fever must have gone down quickly, which they did.
I returned home with increased terror even though the doctor told me a thousand times that I stayed in 2020 with my thought, that thanks to the vaccines and two years of drug studies they could already treat it quickly and effectively. I took that antiviral with faith in science like never before and cried.
If I write it, it’s because I got better, because the antiviral, the doctor and his experience, God made me go through the disease with fewer symptoms than those of that Monday where I felt I was dying. But what I don’t know if it’s human is confinement, moving away from your family as if you were a prisoner confined in a maximum security dungeon.
Is it human or in a few years will they tell us how much damage it caused in society? And yes, after three days my baby tested positive.
