not too bad
Well there you go. After so much fear of what Covid could do to me and my already somewhat unreliable immune system - an immune system that has got something against me and has already had a good few years of devouring small parts of my brain's wiring with Multiple Sclerosis - the few days of being infected with it have actually passed relatively uneventfully.
Some sniffles, some aches, slightly feverish and a lot of fatigue. That was it.
As an old hand at the fatigue bit, it wasn't too unfamiliar, nor that difficult to cope with. And thanks to living rurally, not very much trouble to stay away from people, so I didn't unintentionally pass it on - these tiny cells of virus got to me, and then there was nowhere else to go. Full stop. They're dead and gone.
J was not that impressed with me sailing through it relatively easily when she was laid up, coughing, sneezing and other unpleasant things for a week, while my experience was a whole lot less messy.
Hopefully that's it. Hopefully there aren't any as yet unseen long term consequences going on in there. And equally hopefully there will be more recognition, research, and a lot of treatment available to help all of those who are suffering with what long Covid has left them with.
So let me just check.
- Heart sorted out and feeling good now? Yes.
- Odd throat thing sorted with an operation? Yes.
- Covid endured (not too bad) and now gone? Yes.
- Can I just get on with a bit of life unfettered with too much more in the way of health stuff now? You know, plans and progress? Just a bit, before the universe sends the next thing? Please?
- What I'm asking is, am I now at last, in a manner of speaking and taking all things into consideration so to speak... you know... healthy?
Cross fingers.
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