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I was what you might call an early coronavirus adopter. I first came down with the main symptoms of fever, chills and dry cough on — clichés come to life — Friday the 13th. As of that date, there were only 154 confirmed cases in NYC. The greater irony of the timing was that I had just decided to close my company’s office at the E. 23rd St. WeWork the day before. And here I thought I was being proactive.
I did not fully appreciate the significance of being so far ahead of the pre-flattened curve until I posted a note on Facebook about my condition. The reaction was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Hundreds and hundreds of likes and comments.
Over and over, friends told me I was the first person they knew who had COVID-19. They were desperate for information, especially about what to expect. And they encouraged me en masse to keep posting updates. So I did.
The first thing everyone wanted to know: Did I get tested? No, I could not. I was initially told by my doctor that I didn’t meet the criteria because I had not traveled to a hot spot or been in direct contact with someone who had tested positive.
Then I found out on Day 4 that a fellow WeWork member from my building had tested positive. When I called my doctor back, I was told the criteria had changed. They were only testing people with symptoms acute enough to be hospitalized. The reason? There was a mass shortage of protective gear for medical workers doing the testing.
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