My COVID story.

Let me start by saying I’m unvaxxed, and wear masks when necessary. Not while driving my car, of course, but if I go somewhere and I know a lot of people will be there, I’ll mask up. I’m not overzealous about this.
Anyway, I’ll jump to the good stuff.....COVID 19. Probably the delta version.
My son developed sickness first. Probably, last Wednesday. My wife soon followed, by Thursday night, I could tell she was getting sick, as she was developing congestion. I started getting a scratchy throat as well, Thursday night. Around 2 am, my wife, starts coughing a lot, then starts puking. This went on and off for the rest of the night.
I had to go out and get medical supplies, first thing in the morning, I arrived at the store as soon as the opened. While there I saw COVID test kits, so I bought one, thinking, flu is going around, let’s just test to be on the safe side.
When I got home, I tested her and my son, both came back positive. My son has deep congestion/coughing issues, my wife puked until Friday afternoon. My scratchy throat became more prevalent. We quarantined, the best we could. My son in his room, my wife in ours, and I took another room.
Saturday update: my wife is coughing and spitting stuff up, and hasn’t eaten since Thursday. She’s full of congestion, her chest hurts, and has trouble sleeping.
I’m getting a little worse, my chest is noticeably congested, no fevers yet, sleeping is getting a little difficult, lying on my back or side makes me cough, so the only way to comfortably sleep, is on my stomach.
Sunday update: our neighbors brought a bunch of Gatorade and left it on our front porch. My wife, was feeling a little better, so I helped her outside to get some fresh air, she ate 3 crackers. I helped her back into the room, as it was really humid outside, and harder to breathe. An hour later, she puked again, and feels miserable.
I’m thinking that I am a little behind her and my son, as far as stages of this thing. Both, he and she, has experienced puking, as of yet, I have not.
Last night my wife’s temperature was 100 degrees. Mine was 99.
I went to bed expecting to develop a higher temperature, but didn’t.
It’s Monday morning now, I can feel congestion in my lungs, but I’m not coughing profusely, as I would’ve expected to by now. My voice is still pretty much in tact, one of my friends told me, on the phone, that I sounded better than he would’ve thought.
I’m not sure how long this will last, or how severe it will get, but, I’m going to write as I go through this experience. I know COVID is very frightening, I’m a little frightened too, as I’ve heard all the doom and gloom about it.
Honestly, I fit the mold of people who don’t do well from it, I’m over 50, over weight, don’t eat well, not athletic. The only thing positive I have going for me in the stats department is I don’t smoke, or drink.
I know there is a lot of fear about this virus, and I want to try to alleviate some of those, by my story. I’m not sure what comes next, but I’ll keep you posted.
It’s strange, I’m not sure why I’m not puking all over the place. I feel achy, but I’m still able to move around and function.....a little slower than usual, but still able.
Ask questions, I’ll, answer the best that I can, about my experience.
Dumb, asinine questions will be ignored.
As of now, it seems like a bad flu.