Laze

Yesterday was a lot of fun, and I was very pleasantly surprised not to wake up with a bit of a hangover this morning. Still, today is a scorcher, and so it was always going to be about lazing around the pool, watching the football and getting into my new Randall Munroe book.

There are copious leftovers (a fact which has definitely not escaped the beagle), there is some very good red wine on its delicious second day, and there is some very cold beer in the fridge.

Oh, and the footy runs from 2:30 til midnight. So why not allow myself to indulge a little?

P.S. The boy is still slowly improving. Thanks for your messages of concern.

It’s that day again

I’m having the day off the blog today, so this was written earlier.

We were planning a big afternoon with a lot of friends, but then something else showed up which has changed all that.

Yep. A stonkingly strong positive (I know these things are qualitative rather than quantitative, but sometimes, they can be both) which our son has imported from Egypt along with the super cool Tutankhamen bottle opener he brought back for the bar.

He’s doing ok. He could be better. A rather sad end to an amazing adventure.

We will still enjoy ourselves today. There is lamb, there are roast potatoes, there is Yorkshire pudding.

Whatever you’re up to today, have a great day.

Summer daze and that virus…

It’s been a good start to the day. It does seem that we’re almost done with spring (aside from the pummeling SouthEaster), and summer has moved in already. Thus, I’m sitting outside listening to the radio, catching up on a few emails, paying a few bills and writing a blog post. The garden is full of flowers, and the lawn needs a water. The beagle, having been bathed this morning – much to its displeasure – is on patrol, snorfing around and chasing butterflies.

It’s an idyllic picture. So let’s ruin everything with a handbrake turn.

Looking back at that link above, I’m reminded that this time last year, we were approaching 600 days of Covid lockdown. Believe it or not, there’s still quite a bit of Covid about, although no-one is testing anymore, because of the time and the effort and the money involved – and why spend all that stuff when no-one seems to care? – so we can’t be sure exactly how much.

And so much for this being “jUsT lIkE tHe CoMmOn CoLd”, with this huge overhang of cardiovascular deaths and Long Covid (which is also vastly underreported).

This is just the easily measured tip of the iceberg…

As I mentioned here, I think that thankfully, I’m finally over my issues [touches wood]. But I recently heard from a acquaintance who is anything but. Shortness of breath, palpitations, tachycardia, cognitive issues, that fatigue, and many other issues: just a general loss in quality of life. Ugh. Horrible. In her case, it’s so bad that she’s been admitted to a local pulmonology ward, which is half full of chronic Long Covid cases.
I guess that they’re only based there because it stemmed from a respiratory disease: these are very clearly multi-disciplinary cases.

I realise that it’s hip and cool to poke fun at Covid; to suggest that it wasn’t [note the incorrect use of the past tense] that bad, to weirdly tell people that it was all a “new world order” plan to keep us all under control, (incredible to see how governments were so ready and willing to work together on this one issue when they clearly can’t agree on fuck all else, before or since), to downplay it completely because you didn’t get sick (yet).

If you’re the person making those sort of points, you’re clearly ignorant, uninformed and actually rather callous.

We’re nowhere near done with Covid yet. And yet you can’t get a booster jab in Cape Town for love, nor money. Not that the booster on offer will help much – we need the new bivalent jab over here as soon as possible.

For those who insist that Covid will become just another seasonal viral infection, well, I actually agree with you. I just have two questions: When will that happen, and what cost will it bring – in both acute and chronic caseloads?

Until we have the answers to those questions, we really shouldn’t be dropping our guard – as individuals or as a society – because there’s a good chance that we’re going to end up regretting it at some point.

Getting there

It does finally feel as if I am back to where I was pre-Covid. It’s taken a lot of patience and a lot of hard work – and it will continue to take a lot of hard work – but I do feel like I’ve crossed some sort of threshold.

My last three runs have all been inside 6:00/km, which is really as fast as I’ve ever managed to go anyway, and I’m not very close to dying like I was when I did that back in April. In hindsight, that was a fairly foolish effort, and I’m only half proud of what I achieved.

Run-wise, at least. Staying alive was a quite a coup.

Football is fun again, rather than impossible, and my legs ache because I’m exercising, rather than because they’re full of interleukins.

It’s only taken 15 months.

Weirdly, still here

I wasn’t supposed to make it through yesterday. None of us were.
A “high up biologist” told us so:

But here I am, cruising through October 11th, almost like “the toxins present in the mRNA poison covid vaccine” didn’t get activated. Or didn’t exist. Just like the high up biologist.

Weird.

Meanwhile, back in actual reality: Boosters save lives.