An early Friday finish

I got sent home from work this morning. I can’t remember exactly what happened, but I know last night was another unpleasant night of torturous dreams, night sweats and seeing and hearing things that didn’t exist. So I may have been a bit disoriented and spaced out when I arrived. I can’t remember having a shower, or shaving, or cleaning my teeth either, so I may have been in a bit of a state. Anyway, Gavin was in for a meeting at 10 and said “You shouldn’t be here, dude. Go and get tested for Covid so the girls can stop worrying you’re contagious and get yourself rested over the weekend.”
So I have been to a drive-thru NHS testing site to get my tonsils swabbed and then I had an afternoon in bed. I can’t remember getting home, but there’s no blood or dents on the car so I guess I drove safely, and I’ve just woken up with my head on my pillow, so my autopilot-while-ill seems to be functioning well. I must say, I feel better after 4 hours kip. I’m still coughing painfully, but it’s a deep chesty cough with some real phlegm behind it, rather than a problematic dry cough that I understand is a symptom of The Covid. So I’m pretty sure tomorrow’s test result will be negative.
Have you noticed, by the way, how often I call The Virus by its proper name these days? Throughout the first lockdown I used any phrase I could invent that would let you know what I was talking about without mentioning it by name. It’s almost as if, psychologically, I thought that avoiding the word COVID meant it wasn’t real, and then it couldn’t affect me. Or maybe I have just subconsciously decided that it’s much less effort to call it Covid 19 instead of constantly coming up with alternatives.
Have you also noticed, by the way, how often the words “So” and “I can’t remember” have turned up in this blog posting? I normally try very hard not to be so repetitive but today I am failing miserably. I blame my illness.

RC 22-10-21