I have a very boring life.
Seriously, since Covid hit the world my life has been boring and extremely isolating!
I have a weak chest, I have asthma, but I have also survived pneumonia four times over the past eight years the second from last bout nearly killed me!
Therefore this has meant I am one of the few thousand vulnerable who is so scared of going out that I haven’t left the house since July 28th and that was to have a tooth pulled!
I didn’t start going to the library like I said I would at the end of November.
Though I caught Covid19 on Thursday the day before Good Friday 2022, I did pretty well – I wasn’t hospitalised at least and it was around 9 weeks after my first ever Covid vaccine.
I am sharing this because there are rumours going around that I no longer live with Paul as nobody has seen me in months! Believe me I am still here, I am just hiding from all the germs!
Because I can’t find a mask that is safe enough to wear whilst having asthma, my asthma is still pretty bad and I don’t breathe very well through my nose because of sinus issues – so it’s really not an option to wear a mask.
I was starting to think about going to a gym and going back to the library weekly starting from January, but now I hear there is an even deadlier new strain coming out of China again and China is opening their international doors again!
So I thought, aw fuck it, why now? Just as I was about to risk going out at least once a week and without a mask!
So I am in limbo again and this is part of the reason why my depression hit me hard the other day – I just want a normal life!
I don’t trust the NHS to save my life if I were to get the new strain of Covid – especially as the NHS can’t seem to get me my second dose of Astra Zeneca and they agree with my health issues the other two are a no-go option! Yes, for nearly ten months I have been waiting for them to contact me about Astra Zeneca for my second shot, I am not fully protected!
The NHS is also struggling to get me a much needed appointed for something else – an overdue appointment, I won’t mention what. But should it take a year to try and get a simple appointment and still there are none available? We try every single day in hope of a cancellation, but to no avail and I am in pain whilst waiting!
So we decided to go to the pharmacy and buy the kit to do it ourselves, but when they heard I had a symptom with it, they said, no you really need the hospital to do it… WTF?
The pharmacist thinks it’s urgent, the NHS doesn’t!
I’m glad I am not any sicker than I was the last time the doctor saw me, because based on what the doctor feared, I could have been dead by now – but that’s really not important apparently!
So because I haven’t worsened in the three months, six months and nine months the doctor contacted me by phone, they are presuming it’s not cancerous. That’s all I am saying on the matter, yeah so for cancer they are still dragging their heels with appointments. But that’s not all, I have relatives and friends of relatives tell me that cancer patients are more or less considered the walking dead now as the NHS is bankrupted and cancer diagnoses have a two year waiting list and guess what? Most people are dead by the time they get checked out!
But right now I don’t care about all of that – I care about getting out and about again! I can’t go into my own garden thanks to the twat that lives next door and his vicious dog! I haven’t felt the breeze on my face or wind in my hair or the rays of the sun for months!
I feel like an indoor caged animal, left in a cold room all alone and forgotten!
I can do lengthy isolation, my childhood trained me for it, but I have never ever in my entire life gone more than three weeks without leaving the house, before Covid came about and during those times we were always guaranteed at least three to five different visitors per week on average!
Paul and I are hardly speaking these days without arguing, we get approximately thirty minutes a day to talk now – Henry is too absorbed in whatever he is absorbed in at the time that I generally get less than fifteen minutes with him, other than the house rabbit Ray – I have no one I can verbally talk to anymore and guess what?
I am embarrassed to say, its causing some of my long forgotten speech problems to come back – I stammer occasionally again and my lisp can be caught every now and again, problems I thought I got rid of in college!
Because I am not talking enough to anyone!
So as crazy as it sounds, I told Paul – you will hear me talking to myself in the bedroom because I need to keep practising my speech, as problems are reoccurring. So I record myself again, yabbering on to myself in the bedroom like a crazy woman, to try and prevent the speech problems from coming back!
I am talking about everything, doing running commentaries on anything I can see and hilariously I forget to shut up when I am in the company of both Paul and Henry occasionally. They think I’ve lost the plot and I know they’re right!
So with that being said…
I love you all… I am going round the twist… and I hope I make it to the other side in one piece!
At least I know I can last five months before cabin fever starts setting in!
Thanks for reading!