After managing to avoid ‘Rona for almost three years – almost being OTT about not contracting it – today I have tested positive for the virus. My husband had tested positive over the weekend and so it was inevitable that I would eventually get it too…… he is good at sharing. Meanwhile, I silently curse the person who passed it onto him, especially as this week marks the first anniversary of my Mum’s passing. I had hoped to have spent some time with my Dad this Friday – that isn’t going to happen now – as well as visiting her grave to put some flowers on it. It’s a tough week as it is, without Rona making an appearance too. However, such is life!
I have been in the high risk category for vaccinations, etc., and had received an informative letter a couple of years ago, from the Scottish Government, which outlined what I should do if I succumbed to Covid as I may be required to have anti-viral treatment. On seeing that my lateral flow test had an extremely faint second line this morning (it actually needn’t have bothered turning up as it was that faint), I called the number I was asked to, and – to cut a long story short – was told by the very nice doctor that I happily wouldn’t need anti-virals and that all I was to do was to sit and enjoy Netflix for a few days. Who am I to disobey doctor’s orders? So, while my husband is whiling away his Rona-induced isolation by feeding his addiction to a Lego Hobbit Playstation game, I will be enjoying either a Gilmore Girls marathon or feeding my Civilization video game addiction whilst feeling ever so slightly guilty that I am not working on my thesis. A hurting head and fever are not conducive to productivity!
I am hoping to be well enough to post on this blog as usual on Thursday. In the meantime, I’m off for my next dose of paracetamol. And to switch on Netflix.
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