Well, I have it. Now. (updated Day #4 – WE have it now)
It’s well over two years now since our ‘Dick’ of a Prime Minister said that
- A) “everyone should stop non-essential contact and travel” and later
- B) that the UK can “turn the tide of coronavirus in 12 weeks” (via this link). FFS!
During the first eight months Covid-19 unofficially claimed my dad (link) and ‘officially’ claimed my mum (link).
The UK Government eventually took two months from when the World Health Organisation declared a ‘Public Health Emergency of International Concern’ to lock the country down.
During those two years, the Government’s political strategist Dominic Cummings broke the law by driving to Durham and then to Barnard Castle, to test his eyesight! The staff and residents of Number 10 Downing Street held a variety of parties during 2020 and 2021, while the rest of us were ‘locked-down’ and restricted from seeing the rest of our families.
None of that seems to have affected the government, except for several by-election losses that they can afford (They currently have a working majority of 73 seats)
Final restrictions were lifted in March 2022. Too early in my mind, but hey ho!
(In Spain, they still have to wear masks on public transport!)
So anyway, I have finally succumbed to whatever the current variety of Covid is. (Link)
It started a tickly cough, a headache and a runny nose when I woke yesterday (a summer cold?). However, because it was Chester’s 4th Birthday and they were coming around for lunch, I took a Covid test as a precaution. Well, I am led to believe that the NHS-provided antigen tests are not fool-proof and that they have often given false-negative results, but, their record for positive tests is exemplary. Mine didn’t take long to jump up to two bars and stay there.
I have the plague.
As the day went by I became very tired and my joints began to ache, so I took myself off to bed and dosed myself with paracetamol and ibuprofen. I slept fairly well on Sunday night but the headache and cough had become worse by morning. The cough continues to get worse as the day goes by. I’m still tired, but my joints have stopped hurting (which could be because I’m still in bed, or thanks to the ibuprofen). Nevertheless, had I not had the test I would have just put these two days (so far) down to serious man-flu.
Hopefully, this will quickly pass quickly and I will luckily have had the milder version, rather than the early 2020 version which no one was prepared for and which many, sadly, died from.
Cartoon Credit: https://www.boredpanda.com/comics-coronavirus-tips-jubes-comic-blog-julie-liu/
Screenshot image: via The Poke.
Man Flu image credit: https://www.pinterest.com.au/quinto2016/_saved/
Toon clips – link on image.
Addendum
Well, day 3 wasn’t pleasant and it certainly wasn’t man-flu. It was also the day that Sharon tested positive and gradually went downhill as the day went by.
I had a thumping headache all day and my ribs became quite sore with all of the deep chest coughing I was doing. I still felt tired, so I tried staying in bed but the bang, bang, bang inside my head was far from relaxing. I eventually got up after lunch (I still have an appetite) and as the weather looked good, I spent the afternoon mowing the lawn and trimming the hedge. Whilst the various pains were there, they faded into the background. The headache seemed to recede as we watched T.V. but came back big-time as we went to bed.
Day 4 has started with the same bang, bang, bang inside my head, but the coughing doesn’t seem to be as deeply seated – it’s still painful but not as much as yesterday. Hopefully the corner has been turned for me. Sharon, on the other hand is more poorly than yesterday. She doesn’t have the same headache, or depth of cough, but she’s tired and listless.
Addendum #2
Sharon’s illness didn’t last as long as mine and she tested negative some days before me. My own negative test was on the tenth day. Luckily, as we had planned to travel to Wales on the Wednesday.
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