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It seems not. Temperature gone and I managed a walk yesterday. Mind you it was slow and very certainly was “post viral”.
I went through an odd cycle of thought as I lay alternately sweating and shivering with Radio 4 on the background broadcasting news and analysis of pandemic. At my lowest, I succeeded in persuading myself that I had probably infected all those close to me with the plague and should self isolate and possibly self immolate.
I then picked up on one statistic and that was that only 100,000 cases had been reported worldwide. My chance of being among the first 100,000 given my risk profile was similar to my chance of winning the lottery without buying a ticket.
So sadly I will not top a forum list. Or at least not yet.
More depressing is the fact that the virus I had was really nasty. I can only remember having flu like that a couple of times in my (long) life. And now I face the almost certain prospect of Covid19 later this year.
When we are all dying in our beds, ravaged with fever and with no one to care for us as they are all sick as well, we really won’t care about the want of a bog roll. We will die quietly and alone in our own personal pools of excrement.