First the nanny, then my wife, then me. I’m male, late thirties, workout daily (or used to anyway). I got it worst and spent weeks 2 and 3 in bed struggling to breathe. But we mostly recovered.
Two months later in May, the symptoms came back, but milder. Again, my wife first, then me the next week. I only spent 3 days in bed. Again no test (we’re in the UK).
Well two more months have passed, and guess what happened last week? Again my wife first, now my turn. I write this from bed waiting for a doctor callback. Maybe I’ll get a test this time, but I expect it would be negative.
There is a lot of focus on the binary nature of living or dying from coronavirus. I hear many in the tech community wish they could just get it and be done with it. But there is a very large grey area between full recovery and dying. Even if you are young and healthy, you don’t want this.