COVID Positive at 7, Hungover by 11

When I first began hearing about the coronavirus, I don't think I was all that concerned about catching it myself. It was portrayed as being "mild" for most people under the age of 60, especially if you are healthy and lacking any preexisting conditions. Over the last month though, having heard some of the horror stories befalling people that are young and healthy, one thing I'm certain of is my desire to not catch this virus.

Having been in lockdown for nearly 4 weeks now, with news beginning to shift from doom and gloom to the initial stages of optimism, my concern for Travis and I is that we will get careless and infect ourselves at the latter stages of this outbreak.

So you can imagine the terror that initially struck me this morning when Travis woke up at 7am, took a 20 minute shower, came into the bedroom and announced that he was sick before preceding to the living room to doze on the couch.

I was still in an early morning haze, and after checking to be sure there was nothing I could do for him, I went back to bed to try and fall back to sleep. But the fear of how we were going to manage the infection in our home immediately began to haunt me. If he had it, I surely did. And if he had got it first perhaps my symptoms were hot his heels?

With these thoughts floating through my mind I gradually fell back asleep, to wake up at 10.30. I went to check on my passed out partner. We agreed, that what started out as COVID-19 at 7am, was more likely, upon an 11am reflection, a severe hangover from the martini, beers, Cosmopolitan mixture from the night before.

Once we got beyond this scare I went for long bike ride while Travis worked on some home improvement projects. Then we went for a walk through FIDI/Battery Park, which was deserted, including the Oculus.

Barren Oculus!

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