Today I have felt more human again. A bit of a sore throat and a horrible breathiness, but apart from that I don't feel too far off normal, I am pleased to report. It's been a really strange week, and a really strange illness. I probably don't have to say too much more about it because I've done it to death a bit over the past few days, and because I was rather late to the 'Rona party anyway, so most of you have already been through it and don't need me to tell you what it's like.
I would like to apologise, though, in case my postings in the past few days have been weird, disjointed and/or indecipherable. My brain really has not been working properly. Maybe it's something to do with not breathing properly - the oxygen isn't making it to my head-organ. It's fine if I keep still. In fact, everything feels great if I keep still, but walking to the loo and back seems to bugger me completely and my head spins and then I can't think straight.
Anyway, let's not go on about it.
I do have to say, though, that one of the hardest parts of all this was dealing with the bloody NHS bloody Test and bloody Trace stuff. I did 'the right thing' and let them know straight away, and within minutes the onslaught of texts and e-mails began, and continued ad infinitum all day. I understand the urgency of needing to know where I may have caught it and who I may have passed it to, but when you're in the throes of the bloody thing and also dealing with the psychological aspects of testing positive, it's a bloody nightmare to have to fill in the online information questionnaire. My temperature was 38 degrees and everything was aching like a bastard, how was I supposed to remember every shop I'd been in in the past seven days?
Anyway - as I said - let's not keep going on about it.
RC 27-1-22
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