Brief post-script.

I got my results back a few minutes ago, and I don’t have the ‘vid. I’m relieved, obviously, and also: a little frustrated that I’ve felt so shitty without a good explanation, and kind of weirdly disappointed that this means I’m not yet on my way to getting it over with. (A friend I texted after I got the news said, “Hey! You can always get it later, right?”) I would cheer myself up at night this past week by imagining myself in a plasma donation center. Maybe another time.

But I also have not been outside of my own yard for a week, and I am going to take a walk this evening, confident now that I’m not a risk to my neighbors. I’ll wear a mask, of course. They’re terribly comfortable, and I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.