COVID- Saga (4)

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A year ago, today, my husband, a few friends, and I were eating lunch at a local restaurant in Rome, Italy. This was where we had been living for almost two years. We were all having a conversation about the 20+ COVID cases that had just been found in Northern Italy.

Instead of having these friends over for lunch (as I love hosting and cooking), we went out because I had been unwell for over a week at that point. I woke up the weekend prior to our outing with pain in my chest while breathing. I called the doctor who came to the house (that’s how it works in Italy) and he told me it was probably muscular. But I knew it wasn’t. The following day, I woke up and felt like I was fighting the flu. I spent three days in bed. Chills, aches, pains, extreme fatigue… I kept telling my husband that I felt like I had the flu without the fever. Then, after 3 days, I started coughing and I coughed for 6 weeks! I have asthma and usually, my colds turn to bronchitis. This wasn’t a cold. It was a dry cough. Then, my husband got the same symptoms and my son as well.

At that time, my husband had been traveling a lot in Northern Italy, I had been traveling a lot to Belgium and we had just come back from a trip to Germany.

As the news broke out that Italy was actually infested with cases, I never thought that I could indeed have COVID. I kept calling the doctor and he kept asking if I had a fever. One year ago, COVID meant fever and no testing was available for non-feverish patients.

A year ago today, I was far from thinking that these were my last weeks in Italy. My son and I evacuated on March 18, 2020 to go back to the states.

If you didn’t read part 1, part 2, or part 3…  click on them! Part 5 will come soon 🙂

This is the last picture of my son at school with his favorite teacher. After that day, everything got closed.

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