Last night was my birthday and I ended it in the ER.

I had chills, body numbness and was tired. The ambient air felt cold enough that it attacked me when I took off my robe. It was 75 degrees and my body temp was 98-99. Everything fucking hurt. And prior my skin felt sore when clothes gently rubbed it.

I got scared, partly cause anxiety from the meds prescribed for my sinus infection but also because I felt weak and was worried I wouldn't be able to get up in the morning without assistance. I've been self quarantining from my family and partner for a few days just in case.

My brother drove me to the ER because I felt too light headed to do so myself. 10:30 PM to 6:30 AM and here I am. Diagnosed with Covid-19 and praying that my little brother who is sick, doesn't feel what I feel. I'm on day 6 of symptoms and the doctor said it's going to get worse. A COVID survivor I spoke with in the waiting room mentioned the same.

Wear masks people. Be smart. I live in CityCentre and love it. But the other day I went to get food and snacks from multiple restaurants and they were packed. I literally ran into one with shoulder to shoulder people (waiting for tables!!) so I could get my food and run out. My mom is vulnerable as hell and I'm worried for my partner. Don't be so careless. I spent most of the year trying to be safe for everyone, avoiding crowds and busy stores but I still may have gotten them sick.