It had been 13 days since I'd found a spreader, and I was starting to get worried.
The last time my sero levels had been this low, I'd gone down to the arrivals level of the international terminal at the airport. I mean, obviously there wouldn't be any spreaders there unless someone screwed up the pre-flight screening. But they say that low viral loads of unfamiliar strains could still boost you in a pinch, so I scanned the room for the most exotic-looking passengers I could find and tried to cozy up to them. Once, I managed to lick the handles of a few suitcases going around the carousel without too many people noticing.
Anyway, I guess what they say is true, because my sero bounced up. But I think I got lucky; there's no substitute for prolonged contact with someone who's gone full sympto.
I texted my doctor again.
ffs you're literally killing me here