In this time of epidemic, vacciation and isolation, focus is all on the next covid 19 variant, or perhaps the need for boosters, or where the regular flu jab fits in, and who should get it.
This discussion is all theoretical and above me. I have the cold.
No viral super-bug, no world ending pnuemonic plague, just a cold. And I’d forgtten just how miserable that can be.
I’ve tested several times just to be sure (LFT all clear) and I can still taste, and when I can actually breathe, I can still smell (Methol/Eucalyptus/ Vics vapo-rub), so I’m probably not dying (just yet), it’s just that same old deeply unpleasant experience, especially when you need to work.
Poor me.
Enough with the self pity, I’m over the worst , I think Saturday, was maybe the low point, starting at 7 am (gave up with the pretending to sleep about 4am) with six layers of clothing,scarf, a bag of cough pastles, regular cold and flu tabs, echinachia, my own personal box of hankies, and another cup of hot coffee.
Quite aside from the physical misery, there is the attendant brain fog, which makes the nimble sort-fix-respond of my day job, feel like I’m trying to do ballet in large wellies.
Son number 1 has had the cold and is being viewed with some suspicion, while son 2 is just coming down with it and viewing me with equal suspicion. Lovely wife, now fully recovered from Covid, is sensibly keeping well clear, and arming herself with antiviral wipes and copious hand sanitiser.
As I bounce back, I have the joy of nightshift (again) to sustain me, but after that have to make plans for (I dont use the word outside December) C -festival, and any kind of decorating in ths 13 foot ceiling house, is going to demand a whole lot of tinsel.
Next week on IaDL : Plans for ’22 as well!
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 