Burning the Candle

First I thought I’d overdone it burning the candle at both ends the past week or so, then I thought I just had a fluey cold. After breakfast, prompted by a friend whose son had felt similar last week, I did a Covid test. It went immediately positive. Just as well I didn’t go to church on Sunday, or book club last night. I immediately contacted our Rector, Anne-Marie, as I was supposed to be going along to the music meeting with her this morning where we choose the hymns for the next couple of months. She’s recovering from recent major surgery for cancer, so we are all very protective of her in such a vulnerable state. I’m hoping that my sister’s mystery virus the past couple of weeks was actually Covid, and that she would therefore not have caught it from me on Sunday at the theatre. Her symptoms were certainly very similar, in particular the terrible tiredness, funny throat and headache.

I have spent some time today cancelling things in the diary for the next few days and rearranging where possible, but am hoping against hope that I’ll be okay for my birthday afternoon tea which has been booked for Wednesday of next week. As I’ve been feeling below par for at least two days now I might just about squeak through.

I managed to clean the kitchen and do the washing up after lunch. Nothing more depressing than accumulating a sink full of dirty crockery. Although food, coffee and tea are tasting weird at the moment, I’m trying to eat as normal to keep from going downhill. Living in a community like Tiptree, I have plenty of kind friends who have offered to get anything I need and bring it to the front door. I’m not worried about myself, just concerned at whether I might have unknowingly passed the virus to someone else.

Thank you to freespiral for hosting the Tiny Tuesday challenge, with today’s theme of ‘Fire’. I lit the tiniest candle available in the house - it’s a bit premature for my birthday, so there’s no cake here to put it on, but options were a bit limited by being stuck at home.