It's been a Month

It is now exactly one month since I became infected with Covid.

My initial fears about the virus, which date back to when the world was first infested, have now been reduced to 'slight' rather than 'intense'. In fact, possibly due to all the vaccines and boosters we've had, my malaise felt like no more than a nasty dose of 'Flu'.

However, it did last for almost a full month, and tiny signs still linger; even though we've not been contagious for over two weeks. I still have a tickly dry 'spasmodic' cough, my energy levels are not quite back to normal, and my chest feels slightly compressed.

What it would have been like had I not had all my jabs is impossible to say.

On reflection the initial lockdown panic certainly saved lives, but many (pre-vaccine) people had less resilience than others, and sadly succumbed.

Government figures suggest that 221,000 people have died from the virus in the UK.

So, I would like to thank Boris and his team of boffins for 'pulling out fingers' as quickly as they did. Not only did they save lives in the UK, but in many other countries too. I was in France when all the panic began, and the French looked after us quite well, we even had the British Astra Zeneca jabs, although by the time we were forced to spend more post-Brexit time back here, the French and the Brits were refusing to co-operate with each other, and confusion reigned concerning our vaccinations.

My advice to anyone catching the virus is much the same as everyone gave to me a month ago. Take it easy, get others to help with shopping, etc, rest as much as possible, and wait. Time heals better than pills and potions.