I hated having Covid. I hated lying in my bed all day, being isolated from my friends, stuck in my room, and feeling miserable. I had never planned for my break to go like this, waiting in long lines, sitting in a room full of sick people, and then having to have a stick shoved up my nose. In fact, I had pictured my family having fun, eating meals, sharing laughter, and creating cherished moments together. Instead I ended up with Covid.
I was on winter break after a long, grueling 80 days of school. I was expecting leisure and fun from one of the longest breaks in the school year, but it all came to waste. The first couple days went well. I enjoyed going to badminton camp every day to improve skills, and looking over my friend’s cat, Ammo
Everything was going well, until on one of the last days of break, when I found out I had Covid. It started after I came home after going out with my family. I felt a little tired in the car, and I slept the whole way home. I then started feeling a slight hint of a fever at home, after complaining how hot I felt in the car. I was very aware of Covid, so I grabbed my thermometer and, to my dismay, I had a fever.
The next day, like my mom promised, we went to get tested. I waited in a room with many sick, miserable people. I felt uneasy, because I am energetic all the time, and it was heartbreaking to see so many people miserable. I waited for around 10 minutes, and I was called. I didn’t know what to expect, but I tried to be brave, as I didn’t like having a long swab stuck up my nose. I was tested, and the results said I was negative.
I expected it to be a miserable experience, but luckily, I only showed mild symptoms. I had a sore throat, coughing, congestion, and fatigue, which I considered lucky, because Covid has taken lives away, but it only caused little pain for me. I quickly felt better, with the help of taking medicine, I became content with being sick.
A few days later, just as my family feared, they started to show symptoms of being sick. My dad decided to test himself, and he tested positive, so he told us to go test too. We went to a testing facility my dad recommended, and the wait was tedious. It took around 5 hours, and at that point, I was criticizing the facility for making the wait so long. The test was terrible, the swab was put deep into my nose, and I had to do it twice because it didn’t go far enough.
After the swab, we had to wait for another 30 minutes in a small, cramped room. I was just about to freak out, when the doctor arrived, telling us we were all positive.
It was the end of winter break, and school was going to start again. Since we all had Covid, I couldn’t go to school for at least a week. I went to sleep; devastated that I couldn’t go to school, mainly because school work would pile up when I came back.
Luckily, school was out because of how many students caught Covid, so I enjoyed the rest of my break, perfectly.
I was on winter break after a long, grueling 80 days of school. I was expecting leisure and fun from one of the longest breaks in the school year, but it all came to waste. The first couple days went well. I enjoyed going to badminton camp every day to improve skills, and looking over my friend’s cat, Ammo
Everything was going well, until on one of the last days of break, when I found out I had Covid. It started after I came home after going out with my family. I felt a little tired in the car, and I slept the whole way home. I then started feeling a slight hint of a fever at home, after complaining how hot I felt in the car. I was very aware of Covid, so I grabbed my thermometer and, to my dismay, I had a fever.
The next day, like my mom promised, we went to get tested. I waited in a room with many sick, miserable people. I felt uneasy, because I am energetic all the time, and it was heartbreaking to see so many people miserable. I waited for around 10 minutes, and I was called. I didn’t know what to expect, but I tried to be brave, as I didn’t like having a long swab stuck up my nose. I was tested, and the results said I was negative.
I expected it to be a miserable experience, but luckily, I only showed mild symptoms. I had a sore throat, coughing, congestion, and fatigue, which I considered lucky, because Covid has taken lives away, but it only caused little pain for me. I quickly felt better, with the help of taking medicine, I became content with being sick.
A few days later, just as my family feared, they started to show symptoms of being sick. My dad decided to test himself, and he tested positive, so he told us to go test too. We went to a testing facility my dad recommended, and the wait was tedious. It took around 5 hours, and at that point, I was criticizing the facility for making the wait so long. The test was terrible, the swab was put deep into my nose, and I had to do it twice because it didn’t go far enough.
After the swab, we had to wait for another 30 minutes in a small, cramped room. I was just about to freak out, when the doctor arrived, telling us we were all positive.
It was the end of winter break, and school was going to start again. Since we all had Covid, I couldn’t go to school for at least a week. I went to sleep; devastated that I couldn’t go to school, mainly because school work would pile up when I came back.
Luckily, school was out because of how many students caught Covid, so I enjoyed the rest of my break, perfectly.
