While this blog’s overall theme is about amplifying good, I also want it to be real, and have no one put me on a pedestal, or think I’m bulletproof. Yes, I can be a tower of power, but sometimes I struggle with dumb luck and bad decisions too, as much as anyone. That I avoid it so much is the miracle for which I am grateful. I literally haven’t had a cold or the flu in decades.
Going to Mexico for some rest and relaxation, and then Texas for a wedding in February, we knew was fraught with possible weather and Covid problems. In November, when we bought the flights, things were looking better Covid-wise. We bought trip insurance, but when I started having cold feet about it in January, we realized that was for if they cancelled, not for if we did. So we went anyway.
Weather made the trip more wearing, with a two day delay getting to Mexico (fortunately not in the airport but a curtailed trip nonetheless), a one day delay getting out of Mexico (unfortunately in the airport), and delays as well back home after the wedding. It was enough to tarnish the trip, but we got Covid too.
James got it first, a more mild case. He started feeling iffy Friday in the Mexican airport. By the Saturday (before the Sunday wedding) he was enough under the weather we tested him, which came out negative. We went to the wedding with masks on. The people in Texas’ attitude about Covid was that “we’ve all had it already anyway,” although the groom informed us dozens of people had been unable to come at the last moment due to having it.
I got slammed with it partway through my birthday dinner that Monday, as we were on our way home from the airport. Looking back, I feel horrible that I was eating indoors in a restaurant, with a mask-less waiter, just off a plane while having Covid. I just didn’t know it yet, and I guess that’s the point of this post. Even Tuesday, when I was the most flattened, I tested negative. It wasn’t until I was a bit on the other side, on Thursday, that we tested positive.
Honestly, for two whole years, we have been very vigilant. We were extremely careful, avoiding this thing like the plague. If this had happened after we’d been slipshod and caviler, I would have felt different.
How did it happen? Other than the fact we finally left home at all, I feel like it is most likely James got it from one of three people he talked to (that I didn’t) in the resort in Mexico. There was a woman from Maine bending his ear about her ailments (Alzheimer’s) on the beach (which I remember wanting to drag him from because she was just TOO CLOSE) and two pastors he had a chat with about the Bible, although there seemed enough distance there.
Being majorly pissed off that I got this after such assiduous avoidance, was very much part of my experience. I don’t get angry often, and I was uncharacteristically so. I was mad that we hadn’t been more protected. I was upset we had made the wrong decision to go. I was raging that despite all our efforts, this was happening anyway. Should we have lost our money and stayed home? And if getting it wasn’t enough, I had to get it on my birthday?
Needless to say, that is not the best attitude for healing, but those are the facts. Like a baby with croup, breathing deeply in the shower helped. I’d like to think prayer helped too, although I was rather irate with God, so I’m not sure about that. Gratefully, we’re over it now.
I’m also grateful our daughter from California was unable to get to the wedding due to her plane being canceled because of weather on the east coast. She would have shared our hotel room in Texas, and would have been exposed. I’m so grateful for that fragment of grace and protection. No one we were with seems to have been contaminated by us.
In my state, they’ve just now finally removed the mask mandate. But my recent experience clarifies that this thing is not done running its course. The littlest conversation is enough. If you are like me, proud of having sidestepped this scourge, then maybe think again.
I’m fond of saying, keep the good, and let the rest go. Someday I’ll think of this Mexico trip without the overlay of frustration that has shrouded it since my return. I’ll remember the shadows in the palms, the sun on my skin, and the bougainvillea, instead of the overwhelming feeling I probably should have stayed home.