After Three Years, Covid Finally Got Us

Three years of wearing masks, washing hands, social distancing, and avoiding crowds paid off in more ways than one.

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by Justin Rosario

On Saturday, February 11, my son Jordan started to feel a little run down. He didn’t tell us he was feeling under the weather because Jordan is autistic and generally doesn’t tell us useful information like “I’m not feeling well” or “My tummy hurts” or “I cut my finger and I’m bleeding everywhere.” Autism: It keeps life exciting. Forever.

We knew he wasn’t feeling well because Debbie had taken him to play basketball with his special needs class and Jordan really wanted to go home. Jordan loves to play basketball. It’s one of the few activities that does not involve Youtube, Netflix, or drawing that he will drop everything for. So if he didn’t want to play, it was not hard to figure out he had come down with something. 

By Sunday morning, Jordan was coughing and had a fever. Debbie decided to give him a Covid test and, poof!, the pink line of doom. After three years of wearing masks, washing our hands, social distancing, and avoiding crowds, Covid had found its way in.