The test result confirmed what I had suspected for weeks — I had COVID-19.
This was almost a year ago when testing clinics didn’t exist and masks weren’t mandatory.
It’s seems strange now but in March last year I had to beg a doctor at a Sydney hospital to give me a coronavirus test.
At the time, they were rationed only for frontline health workers.
My positive test result was a bit of a relief. It gave me the answers as to why I was suddenly so lethargic and had lost my sense of taste and smell.
But it also triggered a level of fear I had never experienced.
A month earlier I was in New York City.
I had recently moved there and taken up a job as a graphic designer at a large company.
As a healthy 37-year-old, I wasn’t too concerned about catching the virus.
But Americans were starting to get anxious.
Everyone turned and stared when someone coughed on the subway. People started wearing gloves, and stores were emptied of hand sanitiser and antibacterial wipes.
I suspect I caught the virus on a return flight from Atlanta.
I had gone away for the weekend to visit a friend.
She never fell ill but when I returned to New York I knew something wasn’t right.
The next day I woke up incredibly tired and had no energy to work.
I assumed I was simply exhausted from the weekend away. But soon after I had flu-like aches in my joints as well as in strange places like my jaw.
I called my boss who advised me to contact the national COVID hotline. When I did the lady I spoke to dismissed my concern as I didn’t display the COVID symptoms of a dry cough or shortness of breath.
According to her, it was the flu and I would be fine in no time.
Nevertheless, I stayed in my apartment that whole week, paranoid I had the virus and may run out of breath — as that was one of the COVID symptoms.
Soon after I decided to return to Australia.
I was nervous the Australian border would shut soon.
Also, I wasn’t confident in the US healthcare system. Having only lived in the country for four months, I wasn’t about to navigate it on my own during a health crisis.
Most of all, I decided to leave because of Donald Trump. To me, the thought of the then-US President leading a national health pandemic was a recipe for disaster.
So I booked a ticket to Sydney on the night of Friday, March 13 and boarded the plane the very next day.
When I arrived at Sydney airport, I was handed an Australian Government pamphlet instructing travellers to self-isolate for two weeks. Hotel quarantine wasn’t mandatory then.
I was so petrified I would pass on the deadly virus to my mum, we went to extreme lengths to stay COVID-safe.
When she picked me up, we both wore gloves and masks and we didn’t hug.
As soon as I arrived home I had a shower and then basically stayed in my bedroom for two weeks while my mum brought food to my door. I sprayed down everything after I used it.
One morning I went to the kitchen and I heard on the radio that France was adding loss of taste and smell to their list of COVID symptoms and I froze.
Since arriving in Australia, Mum was cooking me meals and I kept thinking that food in Australia didn’t taste like anything.
She would also sometimes bring me a little frangipani with my meal and I would pick it up and think “Oh frangipanis don’t smell like anything this year”.
Until then, there was little knowledge that a loss of taste and smell were potential signs of coronavirus and that’s when I decided to get tested for COVID immediately.
I informed my work and a few friends about my diagnosis. But mostly, I kept it to myself.
There was so much stigma at the time, I didn’t want to tell people.
I also discussed it with my mum and we agreed it was the best route to ensure we didn’t create any unnecessary panic amongst friends.
It wasn’t until two weeks after the positive test result that another test confirmed I was completely clear of the virus.
My experience of COVID has shown me how it can differ a lot from person-to-person. For some it can be very mild, while for others it can be severe or even fatal.
Reflecting on the past year, it’s incredible to think how much has changed in such a short space of time. It’s taken me months to come to grips with that.
The biggest thing I’ve learnt is to be more flexible. When things which you have no control over turn upside down, it’s OK to let go.
When I left my New York apartment last year, I honestly thought I’d be back in a few months.
Like everyone else, I had no idea of the catastrophe that would unfold.
To date, more than 400,000 people have died from coronavirus in the United States.
I’m glad I made the decision to come back home.
Australia has weathered the pandemic far better than the US and our health system is better equipped.
If I’m honest though, I don’t love being here. I would go back to New York in a heartbeat.
But when that will be is anyone’s guess.