Yeah, I was perhaps a trifle self-satisfied, here we are, at the third anniversary of the start Covid, and I had not fallen in that pit, thank you! Not surprising I reasoned, and in fact, just what I deserve, I am a healthy, strong, good-food and exercising kinda’ of person. Well, well Julia, Covid is having another of its laughs. This week I came down with the dreaded lurgi!
Now I am sneezing, blowing my nose and feeling lightheaded and have passed it on to my husband! Join the club with the rest of the world Julia! The irony is, that I probably got it from a member of my walking group, not so much the fresh air walking part I’m thinking, maybe when we all go for coffee.
This is truly a double fall for me: a classic case of the pride before the fall! My healthy state of affairs and my lifestyle are a point of quiet pride – thank you!
And when I do get sick, I usually do it in style -acute appendicitis at 16, bad shingles at 21, and then that cancer thing in my early 60s, but for most of those flues and colds, count me out.
One winter, in our TV newsroom, I was the only one who did not come down with any nasties. I tend to consider illness as a bit of a personal insult.
Back to Covid, wow, this thing really hops around! I have managed to pass it on so far, to four people and counting. I am so sorry. I am doing OK, one horrible day and have had slow improvement since then. Thanks and gratitude for the vaccine which means it is like the flu and not stuck in the hospital with a ventilator.
When I started this blog I had a Covid diary, the other day I thought ‘I don’t need that anymore!’ Ha-ha, that was enough to get the evil little Covid angel of infection on the move. So though I have been behind the times, I have now caught up with this whole universal experience (albeit in my nice warm house with plenty of food…)
But let me share out some of the blame. My last blog was a major whine about the eWorld challenges of self-publishing. It has not been getting any easier, in fact, this last week, trying to upload my genius literary creation, Pardon my Camino, has been utterly stressful.
No wonder I was vulnerable to the arrow of Covid!
If this is a rather ramble blog – blame it on the bug!