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Two days ago I started to feel like crap with a bad headache and muscle aches, and spent most of that night tossing and turning. It felt like flu, which I've only had twice in my life despite being constantly exposed to it. I didn't have much of a fever, and no throat, chest or nose symptoms, so I thought I might use one of my freebie goverment Covid tests to see if I'd finally been infected. That came up negative, but then my favorite person called to say she had gotten Covid, and showed negative on her first test. So I did another home test this morning.

This is the new normal, I suppose. This is the first time I've ever been tested for Covid since the pandemic began, and I'm the one testing me while I'm miserable and feel like crap. Only today I do feel a little better, so it's probably not Covid. Let's go and look at my results.

Negative again. Yay. Love it when I'm right. Only . . . what the heck is it? Probably flu.

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