So it finally got me

After nearly two years of avoiding covid. It has finally got me.

I genuinely thought I had a cold at the start of the week. Mostly because I had a stuffy nose and was sneezing. As the week went on I found that I was getting more and more agitated by everything, again I just thought I was run down.

But then yesterday morning arrived and I woke up ridiculously hot and could not cool down so did the flow test and there it was a positive test result. So off I went for a PCR test (the only time I’m able to leave the house). The walk to and from the centre left me feeling exhausted and then I found I couldn’t smell or taste anything, as the day went on along came the cough.

So this morning there it was the message to say it is covid. I hate not being at work especially as my household keep telling me it’s not my fault (but in that tone that makes it feel like my fault). I have done everything possible to keep myself safe. I always wear a mask when out, I constantly wash my hands and I clean my shopping and still I got it.

I’m not very good at resting and my body is desperately forcing me to rest. I hate that I’ve left work short staffed and while I know it can’t be helped or doesn’t make it any better. So for now it’s resting and isolating for the next ten days.