As of this evening, Andy has a fever! So just like that, we’re stuck at home again, and he’s booked a test. It’s starting to feel like a farce!
It’s a nasty little virus, whatever it is, and I feel less inclined to blame my crappy immune system now that Andy has symptoms too. I’ve probably had a fever at some points myself, but I don’t like to check (it’s an anxiety thing). Today I’ve just felt lousy all over my body again, and had to have a sleep in the middle of the day.
I’m almost disappointed that it’s not Covid-19; it’s annoying to be suffering this much without the consolation of developing coronavirus antibodies, if that makes any sense at all?!
Working at home, it’s much harder to decisively take sick leave. I wouldn’t have been well enough to go to the office, but I can still work at home, although don’t think I’ve been very productive this week.
I managed to drive down to Asda to buy a few things. Then cooked another Chinese meal, plus an Instant Pot brownie. The latter was just OK, really; a waste of my diet-breaking allowance this week. I would have much preferred a slice of cheesecake, but haven’t felt well enough to go out to Bruntsfield.
Andy has been called back to work, starting on the 18th. So, another change for us soon. I will need to go back to doing all my working hours Mon-Thu and spend Fridays alone with Eilidh again. I’m mostly just relieved, as I was beginning to wonder what the future held, for the service he works for, for his job. Sounds like they are figuring out how to restart at least some workshops, with safety measures. Hopefully it will work out.