I am three weeks on from my first Covid vaccination jab. From this time forwards the protection is working. My body has learnt what to do with the virus if it gets into my system. It gives me a great feeling of confidence and security when I’m out and about. I still wear my mask and wash my hands regularly of course, but there’s the knowledge in the back of my mind that if I were unfortunate enough to contract Covid-19 again, it wouldn’t be severe and I almost certainly wouldn’t need hospital treatment. Isn’t that astonishing? The virus only came into the human population in December 2019, and 12 months later we have a highly effective, widely available vaccine. It’s truly incredible.
I wish to God that the world would work just as fast on climate change. In my mind that is an even greater disaster than Covid and we don’t seem to be doing much about it.
It’s January 2021. We are way into the future and China has unleashed a whole load of hell into the world with Covid-19. We’re all still social distancing like mad, washing our hands, wearing masks, going nowhere, doing nothing, getting fat and lonely. No holidays, no hugs with friends, no eating in restaurants or going out dancing. We’re not even popping out for a cup of tea in a café. It’s a shitty life and I don’t see how it can change any time soon what with the new, ultra-transmissible mutation of the virus in rampant circulation.
But there is hope. Vaccines are being given. Snowdrop shoots are peeping out of the muddy grass, and I’ve bought a new armchair and sofa bed on a 0% finance deal from DFS. You’ve got to take happiness where you can get it. Plus:-
The children are healthy
I am healthy
We have a happy, loving family
My parents are healthy
The Christmas lights are still up and cheery
We have lots of nice food to eat
I am reading ‘The Hobbit’ to the kids every day and they love it
We are safe in our homes
Netflix, iPlayer, mobile phones, online gaming. Thank God.
Yesterday Donald Trump told the world that he has been diagnosed with Covid-19, although his doctor accidentally said the President tested positive three days ago (before he went campaigning in Minnesota and attended a fundraiser event in New Jersey). Ten members of his staff and work colleagues have also tested positive. What a stupid bunch they are. Donald Trump is famous for saying the virus is a hoax, that it is fake news and something made up in a lab in China. He has repeatedly spurned using a mask and keeping socially distant, and has said some truly mad things about possible cures, such as injecting disinfectant or bleach, and killing the virus with strong sunlight. He’s 74 years old and is clinically obese so is firmly in the vulnerable category for getting the disease severely. Today some of his staff say the President is at a critical stage, others say he is absolutely fine. We can only infer that Trump is probably rather ill with the infection he laughed at and didn’t take seriously for so long.
America has seven million known infections to date, and 200,000 deaths. It’s just one month before the people vote for who they want to be President for the next four years – Republican and all-round horrifying narcissist, Donald Trump, or Democratic old timer and fellow senior citizen, Joe Biden.
I had my flub jab yesterday. I had Covid-19 nearly six months ago.
Up until now, I’ve felt that I’m more rarely experiencing flare ups of the breathlessness that characterised my Covid-19. In the weeks after I first had it, I was almost permanently slightly breathless, and always coughing, especially in air conditioned environments, such as supermarkets. I then started to have breathless periods less frequently, maybe only about once per week, but it never entirely went away. I feel now as if the flu jab has triggered a flare up. I don’t have to gasp for breath after every word or two as I did in April, but I notice I’m having to pant if I walk briskly around the house, and I only feel that I have relaxed breathing when I sit still for a while. I have that very slight, irritating cough again, as if I’m breathing air conditioned air. There is also a hint of the familiar tight band around my chest and a sensation of cotton wool within the lungs. It’s all so… continuing… and frustrating… and… boring to have it all the time. I don’t want to always be feeling a little bit unwell, which is how having Covid-19 has left me. I’m never quite at full strength, even after nearly six months. I would LOVE to know whether I’m immune to the disease or not, but currently there’s no way of knowing. The likelihood is that Covid-19, similar to other coronaviruses, and can recur multiple times in the same person, possibly within the same year. Luckily, I know I don’t have the actual disease again because I’m required to get tested every two weeks due to volunteering for an NHS Trust and being in contact with patients. But… SIGH. Sometimes Covid-19 is a bit depressing. It just drags on and on and on.