Lock down has been in place for a few weeks now, here in England. It should have come sooner - there by removing temptation to go out for a beer. And, quite what the schools are doing open is a mystery.
I really feel for the Uni students - they should have been stopped from going to Halls. People are really suffering and I am powerless to help because I have come down with the virus.
It is very mild, but I tested positive on Tuesday 10th November - it is the cognitive impairment that really gets to me; I am always losing my train of thought and wandering around the flat with no purpose.
The physical aspect of the virus has thankfully passed me and Kathryn by - we had a bit of a cough and a temperature but the aches have left me now.
We know other friends who have it far worse - bed ridden. I am lucky in that I can hold a conversation. Some folk I know don’t have the breath.
The break in going out has given me time to catch up listening and reading. But it is not something I welcome, although it is quite necessary.
I guess it will lead to more rambling blog posts like this and further rumblings in the kitchen.
Over all, the effect of it is like I have just had my medicine increased (head meds). Some people liken the virus to being hit with a tranquilliser dart but I have been here before.
I had a SARs like illness on New Years Eve 1999, whilst in China - I hope that this virus doee not cause similar effects of what my past twenty years have been like :( In many ways it is a bit like being placed on a dirty anti-psychotic. Throw in a fever and a few aches and pains and you are there.