Yesterday I was feeling "off" with a low temperature, body aches, shortness of breath. I called the local prompt care clinic and the nice person there told me to call the hospital as those were potential COVID-19 symptoms. I called the hospital and Tanya said, please get tested for COVID.
The drive to the hospital was strange. Neither of us wanted to say anything about COVID and what a positive test would mean. We talked about the pretty fall leaves.

That was easier to handle. Once at the hospital we drove into the "test site." At first no one appeared then a masked woman walked out of the hospital. She asked both of us a few questions, then she asked me some pointed questions regarding COVID. She left to get an oximeter and thermometer. I had a 1.5 degree fever, oxygen was ok, pulse was high (I can only imagine why?). Then she suited up in a disposable garment and told me about the test. She said she would put a slim flexible probe with short bristles up my nose for 15 seconds then take it out slowly. She said it will tickle a bit but it will not be painful. She was correct. There was a "mean" tickle...not a tickle that makes you laugh but a tickle that is just this side of uncomfortable. It did not hurt. It was not painful. She counted to 15, pulled the probe out, and placed it in a covered tube. She told me that someone would call in the morning with the results.
For the rest of the day, we were walking around like zombies...was I infected? Were we infected? The other DrC now had a fever and he was feeling "off" too. The elephant in the room was "what will we do if both of us have this dreaded disease"?
We were not very hungry for dinner, but I fixed a little something. We needed to take our minds off the elephant, so I suggested a diversion. We looked at 4 episodes of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." It was a great diversion. Worrying about vampires and the mythical destruction of the world was the way to go.(I guess that sounds strange, but there you go.) We did not think once about what might be in store for us.
This morning, no call arrived. The other DrC was getting antsy. We were feeling pretty good. The fevers were gone. At 11:39 I called the hospital. After 3 transfers, I was put in touch with Don and he said "he tried to call me earlier today but my phone just rang and rang"...I never heard the ring. Then he said...are you ready...the test was NEGATIVE.
I hope you don't have to go thru that scare. It's pretty bad. Now I'll go back to looking at the pretty fall leaves.