A little better today. More food, more movement, a little more energy. Finally.
Things must be getting better – the beagle wasn’t crying outside the spare bedroom door this morning.
I don’t expect to be running marathons any time soon, but it has been great to feel a bit more human again.
I’ve been mixing sleep with some time downstairs, even watching a bit of Olympics. But I’m ready to hunker down and get a good night’s sleep to keep the progress going now.
A sudden change in my Covid experience. While my previous issues with temperature over the last week seemed to be wholly around not being able to get warm, I now have the opposite thing going on. Boiling hot and sweating like a pig in a butchers shop.
Does this change mark a turning point in the infection? I hope so, because it’s quite annoying, so I’d like it to have a upside.
Yesterday was really rough, but I think we’re all a little better today. The kids have been at online school, and Mrs 6000 and I shared an hour in the sunshine this morning before I comprehensively overheated. I also managed some solid food for the first time in 7 days. I still can’t do much without needing to stop for air, but baby steps…
Fingers crossed that things are on the mend, then. My sats remain OK, and so it looks like I’ve avoided a trip to hospital. Lying in bed for a week in massively overrated. Lying in a hospital bed would surely be even worse.
Thanks again for all your messages of support. All very much appreciated.
I’m going to try to keep my blogging record going. My steps record died a very quick death on Tuesday, after 820 days of consistently managing 10,000 steps each day. I haven’t managed a single recorded step since then.
My current blogging record is actually somewhat longer than that 820 days so I’m doing all I can to keep it going so that Covid doesn’t ruin everything, slipping in a short one (careful now) whenever I am able.
This crappy sickness continues to blight me. But maybe there’s some light at the end of the tunnel.
At three o’clock this morning (my internal clock is completely buggered), I was ready to take on the world. By seven, it felt like I had, and had lost – heavily. Now it’s half past ten and I’m in another good bit: less aching, less coughing – generally OK. But I have zero energy. I literally can’t walk more than a few metres.
Probably need to get a test, just so we know what we’re dealing with – it feels more influenza than Covid to me – but I have no idea how I could even get to the top of the stairs, let alone to a car and to a testing station.
Propping myself up with Lucozade and Myprodol. Apologies for any spelling errors. It’s all a bit blurry.
I’m in the spare room.
Went to get out vaccines today and during a crappy 4½ hours, I got quite sick.
So yes, jab is the good bit.
Bad bit: Shaky, dizzy, shivering, cold, aching joints, no energy, cough, complete lack of temperature regulation. All of which developed during the day.
I know what this sounds like. Really hoping it’s not that.
I certainly wouldn’t have gone out if I had felt this way this morning.
I can smell.
See you tomorrow. Probably.
Thoughts and prayers, please.