I don't know I was feeling anything Covid related, but starting Sunday night I had a sore throat. It did not get better.
I did not actually believe it would be Covid, but where I work has a hotline and they suggested I get the test done. There's a lot of other shit going around lately, but it seemed wise to rule it out.
Actually, Covid is making a hospitalization comeback with the new variant - whichever one we are on now. Mostly in the "elderly", a category into which I might place.
There was dread in the answer. Not that I truly think Covid will kill me, but my friends might. On Saturday, I had attended two holiday parties. And stayed with friends. I was concerned I had exposed others - many others. But I had also not gotten much sleep and possibly had a lot to drink. Running outside in 24F (felt like 14F) might not have been a great move, but I don't know.
Long story short (too late!), the test came back negative. That's good, as it could fuck with holiday plans.
With mask wearing, I haven't had a cold or sore throat in almost three years. I have forgotten what to do when I have cold or sore throat. Ride it out, I suppose. Clinically, I don't think there is anything else to do.
For the record: it turns out I do not like putting things up my nose.
Song by: the Chainsmokers