I had to have a Covid-19 test last week on Saturday as I was supposed to go for a hospital check up this week for my Hiatus hernia which involves having a camera shoved up my nose which then travels down ones throat and which can examine my stomach.
I have mentioned before that this is not a pleasant procedure and I have experienced a camera from the other end which is far easier as there is no gagging reflex on ones bum hole!
They phoned me this morning to inform me my test was positive and much as I was reluctant to have the camera down my throat, I have to admit getting Covid-19 is a somewhat extreme way of getting out of having the procedure.
Quite how I managed to catch it is a bit of a mystery to me as the only places I have been to are our local village shop, once a week to pick up my copy of Classic Car Buyer newspaper and once to get petrol at our local petrol station.
It is strangely ironic that the only way I can think I can have caught the virus is from one of the delivery drivers who have been delivering things to our house which we have been using in an effort to stay safe and not have to go out to the shops.
I have been banished to the bedroom where I am being doused in Covid repelling spray on a regular basis and receiving cups of tea slightly less frequently, as yet the door has not been locked in an effort to stop me escaping.
My flu like symptoms are not too bad, but I seem to be developing a bit of a temerature and I feel I will know if my condition has deteriorated to a point where I have to worry when I hear the sound of an electric saw and a letter box shaped hole appears in the door and a bowl of thin gruel is passed through, together with the sound of the door being locked.
Having only received the news this morning, so far I am keeping my spirits up and barring the problem of using my wife’s spare laptop which seems to be missing some of the features I have on my computer, (spill kecer seams ti b mussing), I can see I am going to be a little frustrated by the end of my isolation but to put it into perspective, it should be easier than that endured by previous generations who went through the horrors of World War Two for example.
That’s it for now, I look forward to 2021 when my period of incaceration will be over.