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For weeks, I heard pieces on thecoronavirus epidemic In China, but he did not hit enough at home until early March, when I started to get emails on this clinic director where I am a social worker. I know it sounds stupid, but I'm somehowI just thought the flu.I am a healthy person of 28 years, I was thinking.I wash my hands regularly. I am active. I have no pre-existing condition. I reallywas not it concerned.

In the second week of March, my boyfriend, Joe, returned from work in a group house for adults with disabilities in Long Island and said some of his clients hadPseudo-influenza symptoms. At this point, one nor the other of us did not think about them - we were still at the heart of the flu season, after all. We came from our night, not knowing that it was the last "normal" we had for weeks.

Sunday, Joe called me work to tell me that his clientsPositive tested for coronavirus. My heart will have squeezed. I started thinking of all the people I had seen - customers, colleagues, family, friends, in the days when we were exposed to the virus. The last thing I wanted was to be the person who could potentially get sick of everyone.

I started interpreting every little thing I felt and lived through a new lens. I could feel the pressure in my chest.Was this anxiety orCould it be the coronavirus? I called my mother, a phlebotomist in a neighboring hospital, and even she was quick to crack in stress.

I took my dog ​​on a long walk taking fresh air and I feel grateful to always breathe deeply. But after, I felt exhausted. I was not sure if it was just stress, exercise or all things I had done that day forKeep my mind from coronavirus.

While my head hits the pillow that night and with Joe should work for the next nine days, I could not help but replay all the moments we had spent together a few days before. I realized that we could have been moreproactive to stay safeBut none of us had no idea what was to come.

Monday morning, I woke up with a throat, a cough and I am unable to shake the pain growing up in my chest. I tried to convince me that it was just anxiety, but I went to the doctor to discover some. When I arrived there, everyone in the office wasCarry a face mask to protect yourself.Clearly, I was thinking,They took this seriously.

I told Joe's guest doctor, but she seemed to ignore the facts fixing her to the face. They did not haveCOVID-19 testsBut they did a flu test and a Strep culture, which revenues negative. So my doctor diagnosed me with an amygdalitis. It seemed to me crisp at the time. I get an amygdalitis rather frequently, time changed and worked seven days a week. She prescribed Amoxicillin and told me that I could go back to work the next day. While I returned home, I felt that anxiety ignites.

I felt good enough to work on Tuesday, but my symptoms have not always appeased. It was my long day at the clinic, when I'm planned to be there until 9 o'clock, but things had slowed down by 8. Customers felt worried about thePropagation of coronavirus And did not happen. So I left an hour early, I feel tired, but it was not out of the ordinary.

I woke up on Wednesday, I feel optimistic that things are turning around. I made my normal morning routine, if I remember breakfast, which I distinctly remember being able to taste my antibiotic and I went to work. But things took a turn for the worst. I sat at my office calling my clients to tell them that we had suspended in-person sessions, hardly able to keep your head.

I opened my window every five minutes because I was burning and then closed shortly after because I had the chills. All my body is painful and the lively feeling of my chest worsened. I closed my door and I tried to stay as far as possible from everyone as possible. But getting left early the day before, my obstinate side was determined to finish my shift.

My supervisor sounded me the room to tell me that she could hear me coughing and suggested that I call my doctor. At that time, I had an inklingIt was not just stress. I told my doctor about my aggravation symptoms and it suggested stopping take amoxycillin and move to Cipro.

Before leaving for the day, a colleague handed me the number at the coronavirus hotline line and told me that I should call. I had, unfortunately, she was right.

I went home and took my temperature. He was 102. I started to panic. I called the hotline immediately, to wait an hour and 45 minutes for someone to answer, fear the construction that the clock is ticked by. Finally, I spoke to a man who asked me about my symptoms and if I had been exposed to someone who Covid-19. Fortunately, he told me, Iqualified for a test.

He said I should wait for a call about an appointment the next day, Thursday or Friday, but Friday came and I had heard anything yet. Even with the new antibiotic, my symptoms worse. My sense of smell and taste have disappeared; All I tried to eat just tasted like my own mucus. I called the hotline again, but this time, I was told to reach out to the Ministry of Health of Suffolk County to be tested. When I did, I was told that my primary care doctor needed to provide a prescription for the test before I could go to a health facility or Northwell LabCorp to test.

My medical office, however, told me that they could not do it. And after a few more and returns, I decide to take things in their hands. I was looking for online for a Northwell Health and Tensile number. I explained to him my situation, but the woman on the other end of the line told me that I do not eligible for a test and did not provide any explanation.

At that time, in the pitiful, sick, and feeling extremely frustrated, my mother-who'd coming to check on me, completely armed with a mask gloves and had it. She called my doctor's office, they asking me helping to be tested. Miraculously, they gave him a phone number for a nearby test facility, and I was able to get an appointment that day. I felt like I approached the answers I've been looking for for days.

My mother led me to the installation and since leaving only one person at one hour, we sat in his car for an hour. But I had nothing to say, I was just happy to finally get a test. When it was my turn to go, they took my temperature, makes a nasal levy in each nostril, and told me that I had the results in 10 days. All I could do was stay at home waiting.

Fortunately, it only took three days to call them. In the background of my heart, I knew what they said, but I still thought there was a chance he was just the flu. Unfortunately, that was not the case, I wasPositive for coronavirus.

For next week, my fever stayed around 100, and for days beyond that, I could barely get off a piece of toast. But the worst of everything was how much my side of the cough. I thought I bruised a coast or potentially gave a hernia.

I tried to passMy time in self-isolation Catching up with friends, spending the word that everyone should take seriously coronavirus. If it could happen to me-a young womanNo underlying health problems Who tries to eat healthy and in the fitness, it can happen to everyone. But frankly, it was difficult for me to speak without coughing.

It was not until April 1 that I finally had my energy and the following week, I authorized to return to work. It was so foreign to put actual clothes and makeup, something that has become a distant memory for many people these days, but he felt very good to come back to a sense of normality.

A few days later, April 9 that I was permanently calling calls from a spam number on my mobile phone. Finally, I answered, to know that he was the Ministry of Health of Suffolk County, offers me a test, not knowing that I pleaded in favor of myself to get a three weeks earlier. I can only hope that someone else in need has been able to be tested more quickly accordingly.

Amanda Bono is a 28-year-old social worker who lives in Kings Park, New York. It's his experience with Covid-19, as said toBEST LIFE OFJAIMIE ETKIN.

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