My Aunt &Uncle, their daughter & partner, her son & partner and their 2 children all tested positive for Covid this week despite the fact these three generations don’t live together. My Aunt is 76 and my Uncle 80. In addition, he is very overweight and already has a heart problem. It’s worrying. They both currently only have mild symptoms and so far neither of them feel particularly unwell but they only tested positive on Friday so it’s early days.
The number of Covid cases in the UK is scary. This map is from Public Health England and you can clearly see the number of cases per day now (around 26,000) compared to the height of the first wave of the pandemic in April when it hovered around 5,000.
The good news is the death rate is nowhere near what it was back in May as we have better ways of treating severe Covid infections. The bad news is we are seeing increasing numbers of Long Covid patients whose lives are being dramatically affected by continuing symptoms after contracting the virus. Personally I’m just continuing to self isolate (aside from seeing my parents, who are also self isolating), being religious about disinfecting my hands after I’ve handled the post, washing all my groceries with soapy water and social distancing whenever I have to come into contact with anyone 🙁.
Monday I felt absolutely dreadful. Very MEish and unwell. I hadn’t done anything to cause a flare in my symptoms so was worried and confused as to why I was feeling so crap……………………and then Aunt Flo arrived, which solved the mystery. There is no need to still be having regular periods at the age of 53. Zero fucking needy-ness.
Wednesday I had to take my Dad to Hexham for a pre-op assessment in relation to his upcoming hip replacement and we both enjoyed having a ride out. His appointment took 95 minutes but he had to go in alone, so I sat in the car with my flask and butties and practised a talk I’m giving this week. I didn’t get any strange looks as I demonstrated the length of my 9″ studio bulbs and animatedly talked to myself. The men in white coats did knock on the window though and ask me to step outside 😆.
My dog Bertie has had a herniated disc in his spine for years and occasionally has flare ups where he’s in considerable pain. I took him to the groomers on Friday to be clipped, who knows all about his issues and promised to be careful, but by teatime he was obviously in agony. Luckily I have agreed a pain management plan with his Vet so was able to increase his Gabapentin medication and give him a Tramadol, which eventually enabled him to sleep. These episodes are happening more and more as he gets older though which I guess is to be expected but is no less distressing.
Friday evening I’d arranged to have a Zoom cuppa with 2 friends from my old camera club. I’m loving Zoom. It means I can have a social life with none of the cost to my energy levels which physically meeting in person entails. Oh how I wish it had been available when I was isolated and bedridden for all those years.
This morning I’ve woken with a migraine. I woke with a migraine yesterday morning too and have had period pain since Monday despite the fact my actual period only lasted 24 hours. Endometriosis is the gift which keeps on giving.
I’m off now to have some infant Ibuprofen suspension and my breakfast in the hope it will subdue my stabbing head pain. The clocks went back an hour last night which meant I was up at 5.15am as Bertie didn’t get the end-of-British-summer-time-memo, so it’s looking like a long week while I try to wrestle both our body clocks into submission.
Be vigilant my friends and stay safe x