13th Feb - I've got COVID (again)



Guess who's back, back again? Omicron's back, tell a friend. Well after an afternoon of guzzling cocktails and munching jerk chicken, I suffered a somewhat torturous night of sleep, with my throat closing up, and glands like golf balls. I ventured to the bathroom several times in the night to take a peek down my gullet, and regularly, I was met by the sight of two gigantic tonsils clogging up my windpipe. I must admit, at this point, I felt my afternoon's antics the day before had proved somewhat naive, but I'd also matured enough to sufficiently hydrate before sleep to avoid those dreadful hangovers. 

I felt, at this point, a lateral flow was my only choice, and knew from the moment I deepthroated the cotton bud, that I'd likely witness two horizontal lines in the window. Lo and behold, no sooner had my saliva touched the plastic, and a pair of stripes flashed up almost instantly on the LFT, confirming that I am indeed, a Coronavirus carrier. This is my second time with the disease (is that the right word? I don't think so, sounds too grandiose) - the first was a somewhat comical Christmas 2020 where I ended up giving the ultimate festive gift to everyone around me, COVID-19. 





The difference(s) I've noticed so far are that, despite feeling like my entire inner-oral area is clogged with flesh, I'm yet to experience the dreadful lung-battering cough of the Delta variant, and so far - fingers crossed - my sense of smell is still in tact. As is my taste, though if I suddenly start supporting Tottenham, you'll know that's disappeared too. (In fact, as I type this, they're currently getting turned over, at home, by Wolves). I've heard rumours that they get battered everywhere they go?

On the plus side, the diagnosis of COVID means I can work from home this week, and won't need to embark on those cold wintry morning commutes before sunrise, and for that, I'm eternally grateful. It does, also mean that I'm now forced into a 10-day period of self isolation, so if you feel like dropping a 'care package' at my front door, I'm partial to Petits Filous, and Pickled Onion Monster Munch. The latter do leave a somewhat foul stench on my fingers though...





... But I guess - according to Boris anyway - I wouldn't have even contracted COVID at all, if I'd simply washed my hands more thoroughly.  

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