Remember when the hard of thinking were asking the question, “Do you know anyone who has actually had Covid-19?” What they were really saying was, “I think this is a hoax.” There are still some goons out there who think Covid doesn’t exist and that the whole thing is a government conspiracy, but I’d find it harder to find someone who hasn’t had the sodding thing.
I started the day by getting pinged again, having played golf last week with a friend who tested positive a few days later. As he was in my car travelling to and from the course, there’s the possibility I might be infected so in came the texts, the main one being, “You may have the plague so you must stay at home for 10 days.” The news wasn’t quite so bad when I tinkered with their website and it turned out that although I must stay at home, actually I don’t need to.
I test myself with the NHS lateral flow kits several times a week and as soon as the virus news arrived I undertook a new one. And it was negative, just like it was when I was pinged for two successive weeks back in June. This time, my status as a double-jabbed person saved me from isolation which obviously I would have observed.
I don’t know why I haven’t had the virus when everyone else in our house got ill. My dear partner did not sleep in the spare room when she had it because I came to the conclusion that I was certain to get it this time and we spent even more time in the same place than ever. But while they struggled through the symptoms, I kept testing negative. I am hoping against hope that my good luck holds because we have a holiday booked soon and it will be just my luck to get infected just before we fly off to the sun. My father always said to not fret about the things you could not change, but I fear I will do little else until I step onto that plane at Adge Cutler International Airport.
At least I don’t have the virus today. Tomorrow, who knows?
