Let me apologize in advance, this blog doesn't contain much hobby information, the 42nd NSCC was a great event. I had an absolute blast. My previous blog goes into more detail of festivities.
After a 4 1/2 hour drive home on Sunday mostly done by my awesome wife Sharon I got unpacked and releaxed, preparing to go back to work at school as a Teaching Assistant after 4 days off. I missed my kids and while I know it sounds conceited..I know they missed me too. Came in Monday to a bunch of hugs and high fives and kids asking where I was and "Did you have fun?" I was tired but also glad to be back.
I came home exhausted but figured that was due to my extremely busy week in Atlantic City, next thing I knew I woke up on the couch at 11pm, I watched a little tv then headed for my bed. I woke up at 3am and I knew something was wrong, I was burning up, getting chills and had a headache. I'll be honest..somehow before I even took the test I knew I had covid. I knew. I woke my wife up, told her my symptoms and said "I think I have covid", She administered the test and it showed positive very quickly but we had to wait the full 20 minutes. It's weird even though I knew, once it's confirmed it becomes real. Honestly I wasn't scared but just concerned whether my symptoms would worsen. My wife tested positive 2 days later.
I won't bore you with recovery details, let's just say I did a lot of sleeping, taking tylenol and drinking fluids. Many people who attended the National caught it and I was part of that unfortunate club, I'm not mad. That's the chance we take I suppose and they say most of us will contract it at some point. I think the main thing is just getting through it as unscathed as we can. I went two years before it finally "got me". That being said I wouldn't wish it on anyone, it wasn't fun but thankfully my symptoms eventually subsided.