We're officially "locked down" again. It hasn't felt particularly different, to be perfectly honest, largely because we haven't gone anywhere or indeed needed to go anywhere. I did wake up this morning feeling like absolute garbage, though, and wondering if I had, in fact, caught the dread virus, but it turns out I was just some combination of exhausted and/or dehydrated. A glug of water and a good nap sorted me out good and proper. That's a relief.
I'm not normally one for hypochondria like that; the only reason I did find myself wondering was that Andie stopped by a friend's house yesterday to lend him a stepladder, and while she was there he got a message from his boss that someone at his workplace had tested positive for COVID. With the caveat that I don't know how long it takes for symptoms to show themselves, hopefully that doesn't mean that he — or indeed Andie or I — have picked it up.
As I said a while back, I'm actually fairly convinced that both Andie and I had it before it was recognised as "a thing". Back in the early part of the year, both of us were suffering a lot with "dry, unproductive coughs", as I believe medical terminology has it, and the situation was absolutely exhausting us. Thankfully we both recovered, though if reports are to be believed of lingering side effects such as tiredness, we may have been left with some "souvenirs" — if indeed we had it in the first place.
Scary times, for sure. But at least it's easy enough to stay safe in this day and age. There aren't many things you really need to leave the house for these days — unfortunately one of them is my prescription, which I'm going to need to go and collect pretty soon. Should probably get that out of the way sooner rather than later!
Take care of yourselves and be safe!
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