Well. It finally happened.
Basically four years after covid ripped through the world, I’ve finally caught covid.
I mean I know sometimes I’m not the quickest to pick up on things, but this is ridiculous. I mean as a world, we’ve basically forgotten about it.
So obviously, this is the point I get hit by it
As I seem to be coming out the other side of it, (aside from the random headaches, coughs etc), I figured I would share some of what I saw.
Mostly because, its not like I’ve had much chance for the sort of unfortunate social contact which makes up the majority of my content.
Anyway. Here’s what I saw from getting covid…
- Tired. In a screw this kinda way. Sometimes in a sleep kinda way. Sometimes both.
- I seem to have the chest capacity of a small asthmatic ant. This will probably mean I’ll be having some form of death cough for the next 6 months, which will lead to worried glances from innocent people as I splutter around them.
- Intermittent wheezing, and deep breathing. Running the risk that I might get confused as some sort of cut-price Darth Vader.
- Weird ass dreams. No really.
- The stomach doesn’t seem to know what the hell it wants, bread – and I mean gluten-free bread is now some sort of dangerous sport for my insides, which feels very unfair, because well. Two things.
- Bread is life.
- Gluten Free bread barely counts as bread.
MOST IMPORTANTLY.
There is the mild feel of injustice at seeing the wife get a positive result, and her feeling tired, “its a bit like a cold”.
I say injustice, someone needed to keep parenting. And well… obviously you dont want loved ones to be sick, but it feels like the household is a classic showcase of how covid is a weird assed infection, that, can get in the bin.
And the that bin can be melted down.
And the remains disposed off.
Far away from me.