Maggie AstorCompte certifié

My husband and I are recovering from COVID-19. We’re getting better. But it’s taken more than two weeks to say that, and that was with the “mild” version, meaning no trouble breathing. This virus is absolutely brutal. “Mild” is not mild by any normal definition. Thread: 1/x

I’ve never seen my husband so sick. I’ve never *been* so sick, and I didn’t have it nearly as bad as him. I sometimes minimized how bad it was when telling people, partly because I was scared, but also because the truth felt overdramatic. And I knew we were relatively lucky. 2/x

The good news is we weren’t hospitalized and we’re getting better. My husband’s fever seems to be breaking — it’s up and down, but trending in the right direction. I’m okay now except for fatigue. Writing this from bed, which is where I’ve been ~20 hours a day for two weeks. 3/x

My husband got sick first. (We were working from home and social-distancing well before this.) It started with a cough the weekend of March 21. On Monday, March 23, his temperature went from 99.3 to 100.2 to 101.9 and then parked itself there. 4/x

His fever was RELENTLESS. It just stayed and stayed and stayed for two full weeks, mostly 101-102, but going as high as 103.2. It didn’t break for 14 days — and then went right back up to 101 a few hours later. It’s down again today, Day 15, we *hope* for real this time. 5/x