Shortages, schmortages

I have to say that this bout of illness has brought back a bit of my Covid fears. I wouldn’t want to feel as bad as I’ve felt this week and to also have the threat of a possible imminent hospitalisation hanging over me after a positive test for The Virus. But it’s not just a worry about catching it myself, it’s something deeper and wider than that; a return to my previous thoughts about huge social problems and the collapse of our whole way of life! I have visions of a near future in which we are queueing up for our weekly allowance of bread and milk, and in which most of Suffolk resembles something from the Third World. I keep having to remind myself that all these irrational ideas kept cropping up last year, but we’re no nearer any of them coming true. And we have better treatments, and vaccines, and we have proved that – as unpleasant as they are – lockdowns are effective at cutting down transmissions, almost to the point of the virus being a rarity. So there’s no need to get panicky and start buying tinned peaches and Lemsip. BUT – it’s hard to remember that, and think clearly, when you have a temperature, and you’re sleep pattern is knackered, and you’ve just had a dream in which one of your neighbours was barbecuing your son ‘for a much-needed bit of protein’.
I’ve said it before, etc. – being me is fun!

RC 23-10-21