…with that inevitable chronic illness twist!
Today was meant to be A Big Day.
I had plans to go out for lunch with a friend, for the first time since early 2020. He’d done a recce of local places, and my friend and I had booked an outside table, and planned everything down to where to park to save my legs.
But I caught a cold. Just a common cold. And I have been sicker this week than I have in a long while.
It was a big deal to be doing something like going out for lunch in a pandemic, seeing as I am only marginally less vulnerable to covid-19 now that I’m vaccinated.
And with no restrictions anymore there is little chance that the good people of Britain are still remaining cautious. The poor mites have had their freedoms infringed upon, don’t you know. Tiny violin of sympathy for them. They wish to return to their normal NOW and tough luck to those who made the silly choice to be vulnerable to viruses. [sarcasm] I digress…
Catching this cold has rocked my confidence a lot. If I get this ill from a cold, should I even be thinking about leaving shielding yet. The risk of relapse is immense, from any virus. Don’t ask me if I plan to shield forever. I have no idea how to navigate this.
But he brought me a version of ‘pub lunch’ up to my sick bed. And everything felt a bit nicer than it has done.
IMAGE: A plate of salad, crisps and a fish finger sandwich in the hilarious tiny gluten free bread that I have come to know and love. 10/10 adorable points for Mr Tree Surgeon today
M.E. myself and I 