Seymour Flops
Diamond Member
More than two years into the pandemic, I finally came up positive. I'm fully vaxxed, which you could read two ways. You could say that I'm more proof that the vaccines are useless, or you could say that the vaccines were what kept me from getting it all these months.
I went on a cruise last Saturday (June 4). I had to provide proof of a medical test that showed me COVID negative, along with my wife. About Tuesday, I started getting a scratchy throat. One of our friends had been hoarse since the beginning the trip, and on Monday, I made the mistake of swapping pieces of fried chicken with her.
I was having some trouble breathing the next few days, but I was sweating out zip lining and climbing Mayan pyramids, so it was hard to judge how bad I was. I had Sucrets but no decongestant, so I was glad yesterday to see that I had some Thera-flu at home.
While I was sipping it, my son comes in from his job as a National Guardsman to announce that his office had a mini-pandemic of COVID and that he had just tested positive. I took a step back and said "sorry to hear that." His mom of course sat right down with him to listen to his tale of woah.
My other son walked down and heard the news. He's a bit of a hypo so he happen to have yet another COVID test expected to be delivered the next day. I still had the COVID tests that Biden mailed me, so he and I both took the test and came up positive.
I know that was way too quick to catch COVID from my son, but it seems such a co-ink-ee-dink to come home with COVID to a son who just got COVID from a completely different source.
Honestly, I'm off work right now, so if there is ever a good time to be COVID positive, this is it. I would have hated to tell my grandkids (if those failure-to-launch generation sons of mine ever produce any), that I went through the pandemic and never got the COVID.
I went on a cruise last Saturday (June 4). I had to provide proof of a medical test that showed me COVID negative, along with my wife. About Tuesday, I started getting a scratchy throat. One of our friends had been hoarse since the beginning the trip, and on Monday, I made the mistake of swapping pieces of fried chicken with her.
I was having some trouble breathing the next few days, but I was sweating out zip lining and climbing Mayan pyramids, so it was hard to judge how bad I was. I had Sucrets but no decongestant, so I was glad yesterday to see that I had some Thera-flu at home.
While I was sipping it, my son comes in from his job as a National Guardsman to announce that his office had a mini-pandemic of COVID and that he had just tested positive. I took a step back and said "sorry to hear that." His mom of course sat right down with him to listen to his tale of woah.
My other son walked down and heard the news. He's a bit of a hypo so he happen to have yet another COVID test expected to be delivered the next day. I still had the COVID tests that Biden mailed me, so he and I both took the test and came up positive.
I know that was way too quick to catch COVID from my son, but it seems such a co-ink-ee-dink to come home with COVID to a son who just got COVID from a completely different source.
Honestly, I'm off work right now, so if there is ever a good time to be COVID positive, this is it. I would have hated to tell my grandkids (if those failure-to-launch generation sons of mine ever produce any), that I went through the pandemic and never got the COVID.