I kissed you then…

A day in the life of Covid.

Woke at 345am. Throat felt like it was lined with razors. Went down stairs had a drink and two more paracetamol. Came back to be shivering and held on to the non- shivering over heated body beside me.

Woke at 10 am. Head so sore I couldn’t lift it off the pillow. Himself got up and showered and went downstairs. I followed for some more painkillers. Stood in the living room and said I don’t think I can stand up.

Came back to bed. Slept till 330! Woke up. Felt my head - okay! Felt my throat! Okay!!!

Had a shower; came downstairs. Had tea. Pondered how I recovered so quickly.

Tired. Yes! But upright and throat not ripping me apart.

Moment of light relief… Tesco man dropped off shopping. We shouted from the door please leave on the doorstep. We are toxic.

He left the box on the doorstep for us to empty and returned with two plastic bags over his arms to collect them again.

I wonder if he separated them in the back of the van?

Missed my call from track and trace. They phoned me at 1659. Call back was to be made by 1700…. Which it had gone by the time I’d listened to their message.

I’m very hopeful that I’ll sleep through tonight and that the vaccines have done their job and protected us from the worst.