being positive
I am with covid
After J having been laid out on the sofa most of the week, not feeling able to do very much at all (and me feeling a little smug as I tested negative for that whole week) I have finally tested covid positive this morning.
I've had mild sniffles and cold-like symptoms for a couple of days, but negative tests lulled me into feeling that somehow I'd just picked up a cold from somewhere, and I was going to get away with it again. But this morning I felt particularly tired and felt off somehow, and I found it hard to get going when I finally got up. J had already gone off back to work, having recovered well yesterday and testing negative now, so I did another Covid test.
Uh oh. (Insert familiar picture of little plastic covid test thingy with two lines showing in the little window).
I wrote about being under-protected a few days ago. I've always been pretty worried about what exactly the most current mutation of the disease will do to me because, as having an immune system disease already, I was designated as 'vulnerable'. As far as I know, this meant 'this virus could do a particularly hard number on this kind of person'. As detailed before, things have changed and we're now on our own, with the fires being fought as they occur rather than any fire-safety prevention measures being employed.
What's next?
I don't actually know what happens next, and I don't think they do now. Presumably the covid virus, having got into my bloodstream, will travel around and wreak some havoc in there. Perhaps it'll bump into the the other bits of my immune system that have already turned against me in there and have a chat.
Immune system: Hello, who are you?
Covid: Oh, we've just got here. We're an invasive virus. Silly humans are making it easy for us to get about and multiply these days, so here we are.
Immune system: Nice spiky bits.
Covid: Hey, thanks, bugger to keep clean though, keep getting stuff all over them. And we keep having to evolve new ones.
Immune system: Well, you've found your way into his brain now. Plenty of space. We're actually here to fight you guys, but we're a rebel division. Tired of all that fighting to be honest. You want to join in and help us eat these nerve coatings in here? Very tasty. Apparently does no end of whacky stuff to the host guy, but hell, he's got loads of it and we're only tiny.
Covid: Umm... well, yeah, we were prepared a bit of a fight, you know, light sabres and peow peow's, but yeah, we'll join you for something to eat... mmmm.. hey, this myelin stuff is tasty. I can see why you guys are rebels.
Anyway, hopefully it'll all pass by as unpleasantly but relatively uneventfully as it has for J. But it appears, after years of the successful defence method of 'avoid all fellow humans', I'm about to find out.
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