Touch me I'm sick

“Yeah, I’ve taken the Covid test a few times and it’s always been negative, so dunno, I must have had it at some point., but nah, I’ve been fine”

Needle scratch.

Two days later I watch the twin lines swim into view on the lateral flow test.

Bollocks.

Sian and I had been out for dinner with the lovely Family Woodhouseseses , and talk had - inevitably - turned to Covid I started feeling a bit off when I’d gone to bed on Saturday night, and didn’t feel quite right when I got up for my big run the next day. I thought if I just powered through that I’d be fine, that usually works, but I quickly realised that this wasn’t gonna cut it. My pace wasn’t great, and the run was a bit - er - messy, so when I got back I did the test. Sian tested positive the next day and the rest is geography. While I remember Sian didn’t appreciate me singing ‘Hey hey Covid girl!’ to her.

Getting the Covid has shrunk my world down to my house and immediate area during a disco hot week. It feels like the summer colds i’d get in my twenties which would knock me off my feet. I had planned to do a lot of sea swimming but that’s been kicked into touch and been replaced with only going outside to put the bins out (which did feel like a treat ). Despite the virus clipping my wings I have a lot to be grateful for, lots of friends and neighbours offering to drop stuff off, plenty of food and despite having a spongy head I’ve been able to log into work from my kitchen table.

Five days into this I’m not feeling quite as rotten as I did, and hope I can get back up to full speed soon.