PCSD?

Yesterday seemed a bit of a pointless blog, so I'll try harder today.
Been back to work for the first time in nearly two weeks and I have to admit it was good to be back! I'm absolutely shattered though. Covid didn't hit me too hard this time but bloody hell I feel drained from it! Fortunately, I didn't have to stray too far from my office today. Even though isolation is no longer necessary, we thought it best if I keep away from everyone - staff and customers alike - for a few more days; at least until I look more human and less like a person who is obviously recovering from Covid. I have that strange, pasty, clammy look, with a hint of yellow in my skin, that I remember so well in others during the height of the lockdowns.
I think that's been the worst thing about getting it again this week - it brought back all those awful memories of the past few years when we were all stuck in narrow lives and dreading the appearance of a superstrain. I'm still not convinced the psychological aftereffects are really being acknowledged, but who am I to say?

RC 24-8-23