I am decluttering myself of a case of COVID-19.
I asked for it, you might say, by singing with a chorus.

The chorus had three Christmas concerts. I sang in two of them.
Two days later, the chorister standing next to me e-mailed me to tell me
that she had just tested positive for COVID-19.
By then I had a cough that was keeping me awake at night.

By the time the vomiting kicked in,
I had tested positive already.

I am fortunate to be in a medical institution where
for a considerable extra amount of money,
I have been put in a room near the nurses' station.
The medication Paxlovid was immediately forthcoming.
Meals came from the dining room.
IN other words, my care could not be better.

In the meantime, my chorister friend who stood next to me sings in
Boston's Tanglewood Festival Chorus, where she says her fellow singers are
"dropping like flies" -- surely she means dropping out, not dropping dead -- with COVID-19.
That's probably where she contracted the virus in the first place.

Choral singins and performing had long been known as a
super-spreader event, and how true it is.

I'm feeling a lot better now, and will be tested again tomorrow.