Last February, had something that basically felt like I spent an hour in the CS gas training building... Sinuses dumped for over 48 hours straight, I swigged Nyquil, and slept on my stomach with my head hanging over the side of the bed. Shortly afterward, one of my cow-orkers got sick as a dog, and then fast-forward to December 14, came down with a crud, hit an Urgent Care, got tested, negative, but ran a fever between 100-102 for about a week and a half.
The doctor was hitting on me. She said I had a cute bronchitis. I was flattered.
My boss and another cow-orker just came back to work from two-week quarantines.
Here in St. Louis in the City (I now live in South City, and if I NEVER go back to Cranklin County, it will be too soon), we're at about 328 deaths with the 'Rona, out of a population of a bit over 319,000. Somewhat over half, maybe significantly over half, were patients in skilled nursing facilities.