Well, I was planning to get back to everyone and their lovely comments, and then HOH began to cough – a lot. And whaddya know – he was Covid Positive. Not to be outdone, I was sleeping on the settee by this point and was woken up by bad pains in the muscles in my arms and legs. I put it down to sleeping on the couch. I was wrong. Off to the testing site for you Lady Jane. So that was all three of us.
For those that have not had tests, I have to (somewhat grudgingly) say that the set up was very efficient. I took my test on a Sunday I think it was and got my result within 24 hours. A nice little text on my mobile phone saying – “Try not to worry. Most people can deal with it at home.” Track and Trace then kicked in and, as we had been in isolation since my son’s test we only had the three of us to dob in which resulted in some full-on duplications and phone calls from people telling us not to leave the house – about three times a day – each. And oh yes, about that leaving the house thing, as a rule, I have found that you have to be able to get out of bed to do that.
Not to be negative but all of us think it is probably the illest we have ever felt. FOW1 and HOH had the classic breathing and coughing difficulties. I decided to go for a more exotic approach. My chest wasn’t that bad – although, for some reason, my breathing is quite laboured sometimes. I decided that I would manifest Covid via the medium of overwhelming nausea, pains in my arms, legs, head, and eyes, and diarrhoea. (Hurrah!)
The best description I heard was Hugh Grant saying that he felt like Harvey Weinstein was sitting on his chest. Correct. We were also quite religious about trying to isolate ourselves from each other. All quarantined in separate rooms. Everyone had to bleach the bathroom with a diluted spray between showers. All completely useless of course but my grouting has never been whiter so swings and roundabouts eh?
Anyway, we are all insanely grateful that things are improving now. FOW1 has declared himself back to normal and quite pleased at the amount of weight he has lost. HOH is looking to a phased return to work at the end of the week. I am about a week behind everyone else and have to keep sitting down but am on my way. I’m hoping to spend this week building my strength up via the medium of porridge, white toast, and blackcurrant cordial.
Aged Parent is having problems with her phone which means that we have not been able to speak to her very often. Sky have excelled themselves by being unable to effect a repair for her because she cannot remember her password. They would be able to help if I went in to support her but there is a little matter of a killer disease that I am carrying. Anyway, when I was full on ill, HOH managed to speak to her on a carer’s mobile as he felt she may need reassurance. As usual, it didn’t go as planned.
AP (In dramatic tears) How is everyone? I’ve been worried sick
HOH Well, we’re not too bad – getting there.
AP How’s Matt. I know he’ll be worried.
HOH (A bit put out) Well, he’s the youngest and strongest. Your daughter is struggling a bit
AP He’ll be so upset he’s brought that into the house. Don’t take it out on him will you?
AP Don’t give him a bad time. Promise me! You know what you are like
HOH Excuse me! Seriously?
AP hands phone back to carer as her work here is done.
Anyway. It’s the first Sunday in Advent and I think even HOH is willing to pull the trigger on the Christmas Decs a bit early this year. He says he needs it. Have a great week