Wednesday 7th June 2023, 8 pm
I’ve got Covid again.
I’ve probably had it for a week now, tbh. I began feeling a little weird last Wednesday after a walk around Anfield for a project I’m working on. As I got the bus back into Liverpool for a meeting I felt a sudden tiredness and my legs felt achy and heavy. By 5:30 that evening I was in bed, shivering and sweating.
Clear Covid tests and working from home days and a restful weekend.
I felt much better by Monday morning. Packed my lunch and my work bag and did a final test as I made Coffee at 7 am. Positive.
It’s Wednesday now and my most recent test — taken an hour ago, was positive too. Runny nose and sneezing aside, I feel okay. But I’m not okay. I’ve got Covid, again.
I remember the feeling of being in lockdown. I was scared for a lot of it, but it felt nice to work surrounded by all my stuff. I felt like I had more time. A lot of us had that experience. It felt like we were all in it together, doing our bit.
But everyone else is out at work this week and I wish I was too. It’s been sunny and I’m thinking about conversations on Jamaica Street at lunch and wandering around the streets by work on my lunch.
I’d been enjoying learning Spanish on the bus on the way to work. Spanish lessons on the bus, a podcast for my walk. I’ve been enjoying that routine.
Tomorrow I’ll have spent most of the past seven days at home. I feel like I’m learning to be in lockdown again. Just as I get used to it — find my tempo, experience time differently, settle into the pace — I’ll be testing negative and back into the post-lockdown routine. I honestly can’t wait.
I’d planned to post something here last week about conversations I’d been having with Chat GPT, and then do an update on the Year of Action campaign. I’ll pick that up next time.
This is part of a series that I’m writing over the next year, documenting the Year of Action campaign, and some of the things I’m doing to take action in 2023. #2023yearofaction
