Rory's COVIDventure, Part 1

So it unfolded like this:

I felt a bit light-headed on Saturday afternoon, but put it down to over-relaxation brought about by the lovely Hotel stay that Philippa and I enjoyed the night before. (of which more details will be shared later). Sunday I woke up with a burning throat and a sore chest, and as the day wore on I felt rougher and rougher and developed a pounding headache. It didn't feel too dissimilar to one of the many colds I had in Autumn so I took some paracetamol and went to bed early, hoping to shake it off overnight. I then woke up regularly, feeling like my head and chest were wrapped in burning blankets and with every joint in my body aching like I'd been taken apart by a 6-year-old with a Meccano spanner. Yesterday morning I felt awful, and a bit spaced out, so Philippa arranged for me to get tested and lo and behold I am a victim of The 'Vid.  

We instantly went into 'Protection Protocol' so I got shifted off to the bedroom, banned from emerging unless my wife and son are out of the way or wrapped in clingfilm, and left to sweat it out alone.

I must admit to the fact that I am not dealing with this particularly well. There's a strange psychological thing happening that I'm not familiar with. Maybe it's the reality of catching something that has been an almost mythical beast in my psyche for two years. Part of me is expecting to end up on a ventilator, part of me is relieved to have got it, so I don't have to worry about catching it anymore. And I know how crazy that probably sounds, but I do feel a bit crazy, I admit. My brain doesn't seem to be working properly. Plus, this bloody thing keeps seeming to shift its method of attack, so I'm not able to just relax and recover because my symptoms keep changing and surprising me.

Last night I thought I was going to be sick. For about six hours. But nothing happened. Then, the next thing I knew, it was 11.30am and I was lying in bed, shivering and completely confused.

And despite all that sleep, I think I'm ready for a nap now.

RC 26-1-22