I should be in Sitges

I really should. I was due to fly there Thursday after work and enjoy a long weekend in the sunshine with TheFrankFlyer.

Instead?

I’m still in London, having spent the week in bed with COVID. I can’t believe I’d managed to avoid it all this time. So when the test was positive, I was slightly stunned.

I’d returned from a weekend visiting family in Scotland with a sniffle, only yo find out that my sister and her husband had tested positive after I’d left. Haven’t spent an entire evening with them in their house, it was inevitable I was infected.

Initially, I hoped I was going to be one of the people who get sniffles, a slight temperature and shrug it off. When TheFrankFlyer got it, he was completely asymptomatic, and just had to deal with the boredom of being cooped up indoors until he tested negative again.

It hasn’t panned out that way.

I’ve had a time of things this week, including a racking cough, sore throat, banging headache, muscle pains, night sweats, blurred vision and loss of taste. I’ve spent virtually the entire time from Tuesday onwards in bed, sleeping, coughing, aching and feeling absolutely miserable.

And boy am I glad for the vaccine. I can’t imagine just how rough I’d feel if I’d not been vaccinated. The irony is, just after seeing the positive ‘stripe’ on my lateral flow test, my phone beeped with a text from the NHS asking me to schedule my booster jab.

So, rather than relaxing on the beach and tanning myself, I’m in bed with a hot drink and painkillers, working hard not to give my germs to Frank. He’s continued to test negative, which is a miracle! I’ve missed several days of work, am facing a massive week next week and all I can safely do is surf the web, doze and cough.

Here’s hoping things start to improve this weekend and I can start to return to normal on Monday. Any tips from those of you who’ve navigated this before are most welcome.

(Photo by Fusion Medical Animation on Unsplash)