Week 68: Dinner for one
L— is away visiting friends in France, so I’ve been home alone, and I needed to use up the enormous cauliflower from our vegetable box, so my diet has been a bit monotonous. I still have several servings left. At least the thing I cooked (Indian style with spinach) is tasty.
Week 67: Confinement
My bout of covid wasn’t too bad. By Monday I felt pretty normal again, with just a bit of a productive cough. The weirdest symptom I had, which seems to affect others too, was painful reflux, but that was easy to deal with by taking antacid tablets.
Week 66: Two lines on the test
(Sung to the tune of Three Lions. When I first heard that song on the radio, in 1996, knowing nothing about football or the England team, I thought that the lyrics were “three lines on the shirt, jewels remain still gleaming”.)
Week 65: Containment breach
Covid has breached our perimeter. L— had to work all weekend. She came home on Sunday with a sore throat, did a lateral flow test, and lost. After two and a bit years of treating patients with covid, she finally got it. Symptoms so far seem limited to a sore throat, achiness, and feeling sorry for herself.