I’ve been rather quiet on here and there’s a very good reason for my silence. Tonsillitis. Because, you know, getting a nasty bout of something whilst there is a pandemic on is a great thing to do.
The last week has therefore seen me laid low with a fever that had me hallucinating for four nights in a row and tonsils that became so big, inflamed and infected that I couldn’t even drink a cup of tea because it hurt so much. Yep – I was that ill that I couldn’t drink tea! For anyone who knows me you’ll realise just how serious this must have been.
The good news is that I’ve turned a corner and am now feeling so, so much better. The NHS 111 online service was fantastic when I finally decided I was ill enough to warrant speaking to someone. I filled in the form and it suggested that I needed to see a GP the same day. As it was a Saturday I was asked if I wanted a call back. I clicked yes and was told that a nurse would call me within 6 hours. Absolutely fine I though. After all, the NHS were a tad busy with far more serious matters. Just three minutes later my phone rang and I found myself talking to a nurse from the local 111 hub. After confirming my identity and me describing the problem she had prescribed some antibiotics and we then spent just as long deceasing which pharmacy it was best to have them sent to. An amazing service at the best of times, but in the current situation incredible.
So the last week has really been spent with trying to get better.
In-between all that I’ve been busy homeschooling and finding out that my eldest two’s Dad could actually have the kids for a while as it turns out that his definition of “self-isolating” was infact a bit selective on whether he was prepared to expose himself to anything his kids might be carrying or that his girlfriend might be carrying… Say no more.
I’ve also mastered playing board games via Skype with friends (expect some Penny Plays posts about that very soon), caught up with some of my WI friends for cocoa one night, watched rather a lot of Waterloo Road and also finally got the sewing machine out again.
In terms of the bigger picture here in the UK. The last 12 days have also seen the Prime Minister in intensive care with COVID-19, the death rate rise to nearly 1,000 death a day and the NHS do some utterly amazing things to support everyone who needs it. New hospitals have appeared in conference and exhibition centres, food supplies seem to be almost back to normal and people seem to have survived one of the nicest Easter weekends weather-wise in years without everyone breaking the lockdown conditions. Personally I’ve not been further than a walk around neighbouring streets in over three weeks, and actually I’m finding I quite like being so local.
As I’ve got better we’ve started some jobs around the house that we’ve been meaning to do for ages, and it feel lovely to finally see some progress being made. There’s lots more to do, but a start has at last been made.
In amongst all this madness my husband has also managed to start a new job. His new employer sent him a laptop ready for his first day and he’s seen t quite a bit of time since then doing online inductions and training, as well as meeting various new colleagues via Skype. All quite strange really, but a relief that he indeed has a job in these uncertain times, and also that he has a boss that actually seems to care about his employees. A nice change to the last job he was in!
So now, I just want to look forwards to things after the Easter weekend. To get things back to “normal”. Well, normal for lockdown and not hallucinating every night!