Each day my health improves from my bout with Covid 19. My temperature is normal and throat is no longer parched by dehydration. My sense of taste has returned along with my appetite, although my sense of smell remains in shutdown mode.
Of course I have no proof that I had the virus. NYC health officials had advised anyone with mild sysmptoms to stay at home. There are no test kits for C19 or even thermal lasers to gauge if you have a fever. My friends have asked, “Have you gone to the hospital?” or “Did you get tested?” and I wonder if they really understand America’s unpreparedness for a pandemic crisis.
The greed of GOP have raped the country’s Healthy System, which had been sketchy at best, and the Trump Administration gutted the federal program dedicated to protecting the people in order to provide tax cuts for the very rich.
So, no, I didn’t go to a hospital or get a test.
I sat at home alone.
And the worse that happened was that I ate non-dairy cheddar cheese and some veggie hot dogs.
I threw them in the trash and cooked a real grilled cheese sandwich.
My nose could almost smell it.
Maybe tomorrow I will.
All the best.