It's been a difficult week. After attending a lovely wedding with friends, I finally contracted Covid-19. I had managed to avoid it during the pandemic, mostly by avoiding human contact. Not difficult when I live in a small village and have been able to work from home.
My first cough last Monday was unexpected, it came from nowhere - I had been feeling pretty good until then. I worked Tuesday, but by Wednesday morning I knew I was unwell. I had to wait for an amazon delivery of some LFT test kits before I got the confirmation, but it was pretty clear I had Covid-19 - coughing, sore throat, dizziness, difficulty concentrating. It's been really unpleasant, affected my sleeping, my breathing - I dread to think how much worse it could have been had I not had my vaccinations.
One of the lesser symptoms, if I can call it that, is boredom - I've been isolating at home, not working, unable to concentrate on any one thing for too long. It's pretty boring being ill. No gym, no runs, not even risking going for a walk while I'm still infectious. I worry that I won't be able to run for a while, I can still feel my lungs struggling under the weight of the infection and the copious volumes of mucus they are producing.
At least I slept better last night, though I woke to pyjamas and bedsheets damp with sweat. Most unpleasant.
I doubt I'll be ready for work by Monday, which will be a full week since symptoms began.