I finally caught the corona.
This news is no longer particularly interesting. It seems like everyone in Johannesburg, and their mother, has had the ‘rona at least once at this point. But this is my first time so it still feels somewhat momentous to me. And I felt compelled to publicly deliver the news, since last week I practically bragged about not catching covid from Thorsten (my partner) and acted like I was some kind of immunity superhero.
Greetings from the Omicron epicenter! I imagine lots of people in other parts of the world, and even elsewhere in South Africa, are wondering what’s really happening with the Omicron variant in Gauteng. We’ve got some first-hand experience at the Blogitect (blogger + architect) household, so here it is. (If you’re curious about the recent covid stats in South Africa, click here.)
You all know the story by now, but let me summarize:
Thursday afternoon, we learned a group of South African scientists had sequenced a new variant of the coronavirus. It didn’t have a Greek alphabet name yet – just B.1.5-something-something – but we knew the covid case numbers (although still a small fraction of what Europe and America were experiencing) were starting to tick up in South Africa.