Past two days... been feeling icky. I attributed it to high pollen. And yet... as I was driving to work this morning, it took every fiber of my being to not hurl in the car. Something was not right. But I just tested negative last night.
Instead of heading to work... I veered a right and came home for a quick 15 minute test.
1 minute.
2 minute.
I kept staring at the white window of hope. The "Control" line was dark and steady. Then... I swear, my eyes are playing tricks on me. That's not a line. No way!! I tested negative yesterday. This is food poisoning!! That line is the standard groove that's there... you'll see it under special lighting. 3 minutes. 3.5 minutes.... it was like the morning sky revealing itself from behind the some cotton tail clouds.
Disbelief. This happens to other people. The careless. The anti-maskers. Not me!
My moments of denial were strengthened by the whims of a false negative. So I grabbed another rapid-test. And this time... the dual lines of death revealed themselves quicker than I can say, "KELLY CLARKSON!!"
This is it... I got it. Won the lotto. Now I get to quarantine and plan for my cruise with all the other super-humans.
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