Friday I got a call that made my stomach drop. A close relative that I’ve been in contact with tested positive for covid. Several members of my family had to get tested this weekend now we’re all on day two of our quarantine. As we wait for the results of our tests to come back the most nerve-racking part is not knowing what’s going to happen as these days go on.

Initially I felt angry and scared. Scared because I’m at a point where I don’t know what about covid is a fact or a piece of information exploited by politics. Scared because my grandparents were potentially exposed. Scared because an 8 year old was exposed. Scared because it meant my life was now at a standstill. Every plan I had for the holiday is now out the window as my quarantine period will not end until after the new year.

Now it’s a waiting game even if our results are negative it doesn’t mean symptoms cannot be developed between the time of exposure and the 14 days. We aren’t sure how it was contracted but all I know is it’s a whole different ball game when covid is in your own household.

Nevertheless, I’m thankful no one else is experiencing symptoms at this time although we are all anxious and stressed. I pray for health and strength. I pray that these 14 days end quickly. Continue to be vigilant always.