You may be wondering, dear reader (note the singularity), why I am reporting daily on my Covid status. Who the hell is interested? Probably no one, but what’s a blog for if not for me writing stuff? I’m thinking that maybe there is someone out there who hasn’t yet had Covid-19 who is wondering what happens. This is what has happened on my tenth day of Covid, day nine as the government calls it: I’m still positive.
Unlike last Saturday, where there was a very faint second red line, but just like last Sunday and yesterday, that second line, whilst not being as thick and bright as the other line, is as clear as day. So, what does this all mean?
The guide says: “If you are concerned you may choose to limit close contact with other people, especially those who are at higher risk of severe illness until 14 days after the start of your self-isolation period.” Although, as the guidance continues, I am unlikely to be infectious after my tenth day of testing positive. Basically, and rightly, it’s my responsibility from Thursday onwards and I decide whether I want to risk someone else’s life in the seemingly unlikely event I am still infectious. To that end, I’ll be careful as to who I see between now and next Monday. If you see me in the pub between now and then and wish to kiss me, just remember: no tongues.
As for symptoms, I haven’t got any, apart from tiredness, which washes over me in waves, often when I’m least expecting it. And having to stay in? No big deal. In fact, no deal at all.
