Yes, I fucked up. Went to a bar and sat with this chic I know that was sitting at a table of 5 more people that I didn't know. They started buying shots so I stuck around. When I was leaving, we gave each other dap and shit. I knew I shouldn't have been that close to them dudes, but that Jose Cuervo made me drop my guard. That was last Thursday. Went to work Friday morning with no problems. Got home feeling extra tired so I went to bed at 7 fucking 30. Went to work the next day feeling like crap. Did a sinus rinse and watched what I ate. Got home and went to bed at 8. The next day, Suday, I was feeling drained of all life. All I wanted to do was find a hiding spot and sleep this shit off. Time went by slow as fuck. Was off Monday, so I rested up and relaxed. Went back to work Tuesday night, feeling fresh, but had a slight dry cough. Woke up yesterday, feeling better. Made some coffee and really didn't notice shit was off. I could taste that it was sweet from the creamer, but hadn't noticed I couldn't smell it. What got my attention was when I took a dump and couldn't smell that shit, literally! Sprayed some cologne on my arm and couldn't smell it. I went into panic mode. Nothing had a smell to it. When and got a lemon and bit into it and realized I had that rona. Called my wife and told her. Got the appointment and did the swab. Daughter came home and saw me wearing a mask. When I told her, she ran to her room and started crying. She thought I was gonna die. Reassured her I was gonna die ONE DAY, but not today because of Rona. Wife came home from work and made me feel like shit for going out and not protecting myself or my family. Called work and imformed them. HR called me and let me know I was on vacation for 14 day. Now I'm stuck in my man cave, cut off from my family. Wife got tested and her shit came back negative. Now we're waiting on my daughter's shit to come back and I pray it's negative.