On Tuesday night, before I went to bed, I had a strange feeling at the back of my throat. It was something I remember having before. It sometimes happens, then you wake up next day and it’s gone. You go to bed worried it’s the start of a cold, and then nothing.
On Wednesday morning, however, it hadn’t gone. It was there, lingering, and feeling like it could get worse. I did a lateral flow covid test once I got to the office, which was negative. Deciding that I must be ok, and whatever it is will either turn into a cold or be nothing within 24 hours, I stopped thinking about it. I went about my day. Carefully, of course, because I always do. I always wear masks around customers. I keep the door open for airflow when meeting with them. I always wear a mask, even if they don’t care for me in return.
But it didn’t get any better. On Wednesday night I had a terrible sleep, waking up at one point completely roasting hot. I felt distinctly unwell and a painful headache was underway. I managed to make it the morning with a bit more sleep, but decided I would do a covid test again to see if things had developed. The test said no…
Thursday was difficult, however. The headache powered on throughout the day, though it was bearable to some extent. It was now accompanied by a sore throat that felt like it was swollen. But no cough or sniffing, no loss of taste. So I felt like it must just be a cold with sore throat only, which I’ve had before. But I felt uncomfortable and not at my best, so thankfully it wasn’t particularly busy, and I kept on going by doing enough stuff to keep me engaged, but J had to pick up the slack. We went shopping in the supermarket, and apart from the headache and this growing increasing pain in the back of my throat I didn’t worry about it.
When I got home I happened to see the test I’d left on my desk. It had the tiniest of faint lines, which must have developed after I’d left it. I was actually Covid positive. Oops. It must have taken a while to develop, normally you know the score on these tests very quickly… 1 min at most… but this faint line wasn’t obvious this morning. It is now, sort of, when you squint and look at it from an angle. Lesson learned…
I panicked a bit and hid the test. I had already started being very careful around J the minute I felt unwell for sure on the Wednesday, as we always try not to give each other colds, but living in the same house and sharing the same bed it’s bound to happen, right?
I made a call not to tell J and see how I felt as the days go by. I didn’t want him to worry, and I thought it was inevitable he was going to get it anyway just through proximity. In any case, it wasn’t feeling like it was a killer blow, no worse than a standard cold. I thought I wouldn’t pass it on to anyone anyway. I spend no time with them, and I would make my excuses if invited. He’d also been booster jabbed, and assuming I had caught it from one of my brothers at home (can’t see what else it could have been?) he will have had longer to develop his immunity. Mine was only a week after the jab. A few more days could be crucial in helping him beat it?
Dangerous. On Friday I’d had another terrible sleep, but the headache was now gone. The sore throat had worsened but it was worse first thing, clearing through the day, as long as I kept drinking water. I felt perfectly ok to work (not that I ever have much choice) and so the day sailed by. Still no real sign of proper snot, or coughing, though the snots started to show a little at last as the day wore on. A further test in the office was clearly positive very quickly. I worried this would be the day J would catch it. We’ll see…
Saturday morning I woke up several times feeling like I’d swallowed razor blades. I had terrible sleep, blocked nose, but I often get that, so it’s hard to know if it’s related by this point. But it must be. I sound bad, but really I can go about life. Of course, I don’t as my life is dull, and we’d planned a weekend home anyway. If we hadn’t, I would have changed it. J still unaffected. I don’t bother doing a test now. What’s the point? Either way, by the end of the day I wonder whether that’s the best covid can throw at me. My immune system is clearly winning. Perhaps that’s the benefit of vaccines? Who would ever know for sure.
Sunday. I wake up to a sore throat, but nothing like Saturday. Snots are now at a steady pace, and I’m hocking up crap here and there. But still not quite what I would have expected. Essentially I feel better by the end of the day, though I have had to blow/wipe my nose and cough much more than normal, it didn’t feel too exhausting. Nothing like flu, in that respect, which is what I was expecting as and when I finally got this damn thing.
Monday… I am not sure yet but I have noticed a deterioration in my sense of taste and smell overnight. I didn’t know if I was imagining it yesterday, but things didn’t taste quite as strong. It was there, just muted. But the sore throat has essentially gone, and so as far as I can tell I now have no other symptoms. I was always worried about losing my sense of taste, as I like sweet food, but just have to hope it doesn’t linger.
J still doesn’t seem to be affected. I think we’re now heading into the window of when he might start showing symptoms, so we’re not out of the woods yet. Give it this week, we’ll see. Annoyingly, that’s what happened to my parents too… my mum had it, and my dad avoided it the entire time. Except at the very end, about 9 days in, when mum thought she was fine, dad started with the symptoms. That suggests they had done pretty well in keeping clear, which is a bit easier in their house as it’s a little bigger, there are spare bedrooms, etc.
Later that Monday I decided to do another test in front of J and show it was positive. After all, it was over now for me and it hasn’t been a rough ride at all. And worse, I can now essentially prove it came from my brother back home, as my symptoms and timing match my other brother. Plus, he’s saying he’s not feeling great, so better he knows right…
Tuesday morning J has a sore throat. Here we go again. Throughout the day he gets worse and worse but appears to have got to a more severe snot phase very quickly, with a cough. I’m just annoyed that he got it, I know it was going to happen but it’s cruel that it took so long to appear. I must have infected him Friday or Saturday if they say the incubation is a few days. And those were the days I was being the most careful!
Wednesday morning, he is worse, snots and cough. He tends to get colds on his chest so I have always been worried he’d end up with Covid and a chest infection. Too early to tell. I try to tell him to cough gently, but who knows whether that actually makes any difference. I know he hates blowing his nose, and I always wonder if that just leaves gunk up there that causes problems.
Thursday morning – no better it seems, and still negative lateral flow tests. Are they really any good if either a) they don’t detect relatively mild cases, or b) they are too difficult to use accurately to get a good result? Throughout the day J has a headache so is in bad mood, but the coughs and snots aren’t really happening. I worry he’s getting it stuck in there and it will fester.
Friday – still the same, and nothing on the lateral flow tests. By this point we’re both starting to worry that it’s something else, and maybe it will spread to me. That would be one hell of a co-incidence, so it’s time to call in the big guns. J books himself in for a walk-in PCR test. We’ll know for sure over the weekend. Luckily we have nothing planned anyway, and we just have to see what happens. J now seems to have no obvious symptoms, but he’s still telling me he’s feeling very tired and worn out. Over the past few days I have answered all calls to the office and done all the front door too. I seem to recall I did pretty much the same when I was ill. I am trying to protect him, but he seems to have an awfully slow recovery from anything like this.
Saturday – the PCR test comes back… positive! In a way that’s really good, we’re both pleased to know it’s nothing different. But he’s still acting super tired and claims he needs to rest up for longer. That’s fine, but we’re both hoping he’s better for Monday. I can’t keep absorbing the stress of our customers.
Monday… basically starting to get back to normal. Coughs and snots continue, but mild enough to hide it and crack on. We have a life to lead and no one will let us rest. It’s all over bar the shouting by mid-week.
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I am annoyed to have caught covid, as I am so careful, and it’s typical that, I think, and am almost sure, that the only time I could have got it in two years is just because neither of my brothers give a shit. They were reckless before, during and after Christmas and New Year, bringing it back into the shared house they are guests in but don’t act like that. They didn’t care for the occasion, or for sharing their house with others, and I suffered from it. Fortunately, that suffering hasn’t been much, life has carried on, and I just hope that my chance to gamble on having to continue life (you try doing anything else when running your own business, your whole income dependent on it, no sick pay, no holiday pay) hasn’t hurt anyone. It doesn’t appear so from what I know, and we are very careful with our customers, seeing them at distance, air flowing, masked and for very short times.
Do the vaccines work? They clearly don’t stop symptoms. Or at least they didn’t in me and J anyway. But hopefully they stop us getting more seriously ill.
Is this now something we have to put up with in our lives forever? Yes. And it didn’t have to be this way. Thanks to the awful politicians the world has.