Ireland day 0177. Thursday 24 March 2022- Covid6
The day began exactly the same way as the last five – with a positive Covid test. I tried really hard to convince myself that the T line was a bit fainter today but in all honesty I couldn’t. It stared back at me, as pink as ever, as I contemplated another day of incarceration. But this morning, Pete successfully achieved Covid-positive status and joined the happy band of viral refugees in flat 108. So now we are three.
In Ireland, the rules about self-isolation – like everywhere – are constantly changing. But as of right now, you have to self isolate until 2 days after you no longer feel symptoms. Fortunately for me, my symptoms – other than fatigue – are fading quite fast and the coughing which was particularly unpleasant had more or less stopped by yesterday evening. Bev, despite starting later than me, seems to be on a similar trajectory so I think unless we have a major relapse, we should be able to take some limited steps into the world outside the flat on Saturday. Pete, having started a bit later than us, will probably get to the same stage early next week.
So today it was back to the jigsaw and to frustrated contemplation of the sunny world outside. I consoled myself by contacting HMRC to try and discuss some tax matters; a process which I always really enjoy and which never fails to cheer me up. In fact by the end of it, it was past 6pm and I was feeling well enough to enjoy a decent glass of wine for the first time in what seems like a lifetime but was actually only six days, and on many counts I felt like I really deserved it.
Well that is literally all there is to report from today. Now we’re going to have dinner – again heroically prepared by nurse Val – and then see if we can find something good to stream on Netflix. Roll on tomorrow – and please just let that wretched pink line be just a tiny bit fainter.
Today’s photos (click to enlarge)
(No map today)