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A salutary tale, including a note, of warning and a call for care.
On Friday 23rd July, my son and I drove to Bournemouth for the funeral of my youngest niece, who died aged 36.
I wasn't feeling right when we left and soon after the ceremony was finished, I felt bad enough to hand over driving home, to my boy . . . .all 4 rotten hours of it.
By Sunday evening, with a throat like broken glass and a temperature, I took myself to A&E where, by early Monday morning, I'd been admitted to the Covid ward, where I would stay for a week.
Where did I get the dreaded lurgy?
Well, the only place I've been going to, is the hospital 2 or 3 times a week, with SWMBO.
Everyone has had 2 PCR tests and only my son came up positive, no surprise really.
So, if you've not had Covid, you're not missing out, take extra care and don't get it, it's a bastard.
Like most of you I guess, I've been double jabbed and it kicked me into touch.
One guy in the ward, Tony, aged 50, had not had time for his jabs . . . .too busy at work.
He was in, on 10 l/hr oxygen, for 3 weeks and suffered for 2 of them.
Another, Russ, 52, with MS, double jabbed seemed OK, but covid came for him on Thursday afternoon and gave him a serious, serious, kicking, he disappeared with the trauma team and we didn't see him again. I hope that he is well.
Believe it or not, the foregoing was the best bit of that week, the rest . . . . . .was 100% sh1t
So take that extra minute to think . . . . Do I NEED to do this, cos, if the answer is no . . . . . .don't do it
Note
Sympathy not needed, honestly.
I'm through and out the other side
Sarcastic comments are acceptable
A salutary tale, including a note, of warning and a call for care.
On Friday 23rd July, my son and I drove to Bournemouth for the funeral of my youngest niece, who died aged 36.
I wasn't feeling right when we left and soon after the ceremony was finished, I felt bad enough to hand over driving home, to my boy . . . .all 4 rotten hours of it.
By Sunday evening, with a throat like broken glass and a temperature, I took myself to A&E where, by early Monday morning, I'd been admitted to the Covid ward, where I would stay for a week.
Where did I get the dreaded lurgy?
Well, the only place I've been going to, is the hospital 2 or 3 times a week, with SWMBO.
Everyone has had 2 PCR tests and only my son came up positive, no surprise really.
So, if you've not had Covid, you're not missing out, take extra care and don't get it, it's a bastard.
Like most of you I guess, I've been double jabbed and it kicked me into touch.
One guy in the ward, Tony, aged 50, had not had time for his jabs . . . .too busy at work.
He was in, on 10 l/hr oxygen, for 3 weeks and suffered for 2 of them.
Another, Russ, 52, with MS, double jabbed seemed OK, but covid came for him on Thursday afternoon and gave him a serious, serious, kicking, he disappeared with the trauma team and we didn't see him again. I hope that he is well.
Believe it or not, the foregoing was the best bit of that week, the rest . . . . . .was 100% sh1t
So take that extra minute to think . . . . Do I NEED to do this, cos, if the answer is no . . . . . .don't do it
Note
Sympathy not needed, honestly.
I'm through and out the other side
Sarcastic comments are acceptable
