We think we had it back in late January/early February. Even my mother, who usually rolls her eyes at me for being "dramatic," is thoroughly convinced that I, at least, had it. And honestly, we hadn't even heard the term "coronavirus" when we had it and when we went to Florida in February.
Mid-January, the day we took my in-laws to the airport to leave for Florida, my 4.5-year-old complained of a headache and vomited in the car on the way to pick them up. On the way to the airport, he and I were returned home, where he vomited again and slept for the better part of the day, with a fever and coughing.
Almost 2 weeks later, on a Thursday, he went to his morning preschool just fine, but in the afternoon, he developed a fever and violent cough that made him vomit again. I kept him home from preschool the following day, Friday, and he seemed to get better in the afternoon.
The next morning (Saturday), I awoke with a fever, chills, body aches, coughing, and a tight feeling in my chest. I chalked it up to a sinus infection, which I get monthly/every other month in the winter (I have severe winter allergies). By mid-day, I was back in bed with a worsening fever, shivering from the chills, my whole body just plain hurt, and I felt like I had an elephant sitting on my chest. I remember laying in bed muttering, "OMG, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." My mother checked on me and now tells me that I was extremely hot. Late in the evening, maybe 8/8:30 p.m., the fever broke. I was still very tired, though. Sometime later that week, I remember sitting at the dining room table eating dinner, and after my mom left - she's a really good cook and I didn't want to make her feel bad - I whispered to DH that I couldn't taste my food at all. It eventually came back, but I do remember that for about a week, I couldn't taste anything.
The next day, Sunday, I felt good enough to get out of bed, but still like a truck had hit me. Still had a lingering cough and tightness in my chest. My DH started coughing and his face was bright red, as he developed a fever as well. He stayed home from work the following day, Monday, and while he returned to work on Tuesday, he now says he wishes he'd stayed home because he wasn't up to par.
We both still had some coughing fits a week later when we left on our annual drive to Florida, but we cleared up completely once we got to the warm weather in South Carolina. We did our trip, and it was maybe the last day or two that we were in Florida that we heard about this virus going through China. We returned home on February 22 and have felt fine ever since. If we really did have it, we are VERY lucky that my 65-year-old mother, who lives in the same house, who touched me and helped wash the bedsheets we'd slept in, didn't get it.
