Sea Day downer

I felt less than my effervescent self since yesterday. Even though it had all the symptoms of the head cold I get with regularity, accompanied by some residual aches and pains from my ziplining adventure, this morning I gave myself a COVID test.  I then gave myself a second one. Next was a call to the ship's medical center. I was told to put on a face mask and come to see them.  

top 2 Harry - bottom 2 Pam

After multiple tests, a chest x-ray, an EKG, lots of lab work, and a physical examination I was diagnosed by the ship's doctor as having COVID and some pneumonia.  I was given an IV antibiotic and a variety of medications to take over the coming days.  

When I called the medical center to say that I had tested positive for COVID, going by myself to see them was not a problem.  Not so, once they said that I had COVID.  I was escorted back to our cabin by masked and gowned staff.  I felt just a tad conspicuous.

Pam was in the process of packing her things in preparation for moving to another cabin that thankfully the ship had available.  Had she stayed in ours, she would have had to join me in my 5-day quarantine.  Since she tested negative and had recently had COVID, the doctor was comfortable with her having the roam of the ship. 

And so my confinement begins. I don't even get credit for today.  Day 1 starts tomorrow.  I will be released three days before we dock, missing all but one port call.  

On the upside, Pam does not have to share my confinement; I can enjoy sitting on our veranda, and the ship's staff is bending over backward to be accommodating.

At dinner this evening, others at her table asked Pam why she was alone. She replied that I was not feeling well. Everyone leaped to the conclusion that I was seasick.  Given the sea state, that was just plain embarrassing, albeit in absentia.