This article has been medically reviewed by Keri Peterson, MD, Internal Medicine, Mount Sinai Hospital.
On Friday, March 6, I was sitting in my living room when I got the voicemail message that just said, “Call me back,” in an urgent tone. That’s when I knew that I had tested positive for the new coronavirus, aka COVID-19. I’m fine now, mostly, a little short of breath with an occasional cough, but it’s been…an experience.
Here’s how everything happened: On Tuesday, February 25, I was at a lunch with seven people at a restaurant, which is where I suspect I caught the virus. I later learned that one person was infected, although I didn’t notice her showing any symptoms yet. I, along with two other people, were sick by that Friday. They told me that their symptoms were very mild and that they only had a brief fever. For me, it was a little worse.
