On recovering from Covid.
It’s eight weeks today since I first tested positive for covid. 2021 heralded our 29th Christmas as Corps officers and we were ready for a break. Christmas Day has always felt a bit like our finishing line, and the following days, including the middle Sunday, have always been our time. For family For pj days For rest. So you can imagine how thrilled we were when it was the fourth consecutive period of time off that I’d become ill. This time with covid. Maybe I should have got the message before now? I’m not great at switching off, though I try. We have days off, but they are often interrupted. Instead I saw in the new year asleep in my bed with a hacking cough. And now? I’m half way through two weeks off sick with ‘covid complications’. The last few weeks have been tough. Historically I have episodes of depression, and when the fear strikes I have to remind myself, as my Dr did, that the way I feel is classic Covid/Omicron, and the only way through is to rest. I miss people. I mis...