Today is the last day of my ten-day quarantine. One of my players had tested positive for COVID-19 two weeks ago, which meant that the team had to quarantine for 10 days. I decided to take advantage of the new testing kiosk at my local pharmacy and take my first COVID test. Of course, I thought of it as a new experience that comes with this new COVID era. I never thought I would test positive. Positive test it was. I was completely incredulous. I didn’t have a fever, my oxygen levels, courtesy of my online investment in a Pulse Oximeter showed that my oxygen level averaged well above 95%. My sense of taste and smell were still intact. No sore throat, just a cough that recurs every winter for as long as I have been an adult. I questioned the woman who called me, and she assured me that false negatives were more prevalent than false positives and that I should plan on staying home for ten days.
Luck would have it that a series of winter storms rolled
through the area, so I wasn’t going to go out anyways. I had food in the fridge,
and I was able to discover the wonders of online grocery shopping and anonymous
deliveries. I was lecturing to my class through Zoom sessions and everything
that I did was easily taken of online.
Except.
I was missing my twice weekly volleyball practices with my team;
their quarantine ended a full week before mine did. I missed coaching my
knuckleheads something fierce, something that I expected but I did not expect
how much I missed them. So, lesson one: I am still passionate about coaching
volleyball.
Many people have described their own quarantine experience
as pure misery. Being deprived of human companionship was devastating to my
friends who had the misfortune of experiencing the same situation as I was
about to experience. I knew it would not affect me as badly as it affected
them, as I was an introvert by nature and I had accrued an immense To Be Read book
pile, so I was not short on entertainment. I didn’t even come close to reading
all that I had wanted to read. Lesson two: no matter how much time you may
think you have to read; you still don’t have enough.
I did miss the conversations that I had with my coffee klatch
group. To be fair, they had also decided to cancel a few of the meetings for
the sake of the aforementioned winter storms. I made up for my missed
conversations by sending them emails and links to articles that I would have brought
up as potential conversation topics during our twice weekly ninety minutes of
whirlwind sessions of conversational daring do and intellectual high wire act. Lesson
three: you will always yearn for
intelligent conversations with your friends.
I was extremely fortunate in that I was asymptomatic through
out my quarantine. There were some coughs and sniffles but the big news with my
COVID experience was that it was no drama. The only salient effect is that my
circadian rhythm is way off, I couldn’t get a continuous night of sleep. But
then again, I was having a hard time sleeping through the night before I tested
positive for COVID.
Unlike some people I know who survived the virus, I refuse to
examine the chronology of my illness in complete hindsight and pontificate
about the wisdom of my approach towards dealing with the virus; I know
different, I know I dodged a bullet. Through some miracle of genetics or just
sheer dumb luck, I avoided the worst of the punishment that could have been. I
am grateful for my unaffected health, I am appreciative of winning this flirtation
with disaster, and I am in awe of the powers of ambiguities, uncertainties, and
randomness of our world which somehow came down on my side of the equation. Lesson
four: dodging the possible by skating along the edges of the probable is very sobering.
There were moments of sheer terror as I experienced a number
of temporary symptoms that threw me into
instant panic. Coughs, moments where I thought my forehead felt warm, or
moments where I started to sneeze repeatedly. Every time I thought it was time
to pay the piper the symptoms went away. I lived in a constant state of
vigilance for the first five or six days of the quarantine, always having to
pin my ears back at the first sign of abnormal bodily functions. But it never
came. Lesson five: living every second of the ten days of quarantine as if
you were under the sword of Damocles is a crappy way to live life.
I developed a ritual of texting my early morning vitals to a
number of friends. I lived for those return texts of affirmation and happiness
from these great friends, it is amazing just how I came to look forward to
these tenuous connections to the world outside my house and the affirmations
from those that care for me. Lesson six: affirmations from friends are better
than ice cream when you are COVID positive.
As the end of the quarantine period came up, I began to feel
a bit of guilt, about my asymptomatic status. I am not asking to getting beat up
by the virus, I am not asking to suffer through the numerous pains and
punishment that many others have suffered. I certainly don’t relish the thought
of going into the hospital and hovering between life and death. But still, I
keep wondering: why me? Why was I so lucky? One of my close friends lost her
sense of smell and taste, she started suffered migraine headaches, and chronic
fatigue. Yet here I am, someone who is ill-prepared physically to battle the virus,
and I got away with minimal symptoms. You start to wonder about genetics and
the serendipity associated with epistemological uncertainties. I really don’t want to figure
out the ins and outs of calculating the probabilities of my being where I am,
but I still wonder. Lesson seven: no matter how good you have it; you will
always feel guilty to not having had it worse.
Once the state of Ohio receives your positive result, they
send your information to social workers and they contact you and basically tell
you how to count the days of quarantine and what to do, what to avoid, what is
OK, and what is forbidden. My case worker called, and we started chatting. I asked
her a million questions and she patiently answered all of them, reassured me if
I became nervous or borderline hysterical, and calmly gave me resources to
contact. She walked me through the if-then scenarios thoroughly; indeed, she
told me to keep the number on my caller ID handy so that I could call her back if
anything came up. I called her back a few times and wonder of wonders, she played
volleyball collegiately and she coached club volleyball. Who would have thought?
Lesson eight: there are volleyball people everywhere you look, and by and
large, they are the good people out there.
As my quarantine is coming to a close, my friend asked me what
I was going to do when I leave the house for the first time in ten days. I
honestly don’t know. First of all, I probably need to shovel the driveway as I
had not bothered to do so through a few days of snowfall, so I might be stuck
for a few more involuntary days. I may take a little drive around town, enjoy running
errands, enjoying grocery shopping for the first time in ten days, even if I
have become dangerously enamored with having my groceries delivered. I may even
call one of my many favorite restaurants and order take out. I am not going to
start eating out in person, not yet anyways. I am hoping to look upon the
outside world with new eyes and experience every experience with a new
perspective. Most of all, I will be thankful.
