Covid strikes

 Now, to add to my problems, I have developed Covid. I will not bore everyone with the symptoms, which are all too familiar from the extensive publicity it has received, but to say it started Monday night, and was confirmed yesterday with a positive Covid test. Happily, Ann is still clear, but we had planned to take the boys and their luggage to London tomorrow to see them on their way to Brazil, so that has gone by the board. I do not feel like eating much, and am mostly sitting in my chair still in pyjamas, while Ann repeatedly tests my high temperature before feeding me paracetamol and drinks. We were advised that vulnerable patients may need a course of antiviral medicine, so this morning we phoned the GP (twice), the oncology nursing team, and finally 119 which advised contacting the emergency 111 number. I spent a long time chatting to a lady who asked many questions, finally concluding that I needed an emergency ambulance. I don't feel that bad, and the last thing I want is an ambulance turning up outside the door with blue lights blazing, so I refused, whereupon she said she would contact the clinical team for further advice. A little later, one of the clinical team phoned to agree I probably needed antivirals, so she said she would contact the Covid medicine department to arrange it. Now I am awaiting a call from that team to decide how they should proceed. 

The team was very efficient. They called back to say they agreed that antivirals were my best bet, and they would have a prescription ready for me at West Suffolk Hospital, so Ann went in this afternoon to collect it. I am still having high temperature spikes etc, and don't feel very energetic, but at least it is being treated so I am hopeful of improvement soon!