Monday…
Yesterday I was rudely awoken early, burning up and Choking, with a constant hacking cough that made it very difficult to breathe,. funnily enough though despite this I didn’t feel the need to panic,instead sitting still and taking deep calming breath,s eventually helped,. Everywhere hurt and I felt somewhat out of it, almost as if my head had been emptied over night, And then refilled with large quantities of that soft toy stuffing😁…I wouldn’t mind this normally, as it was quite a pleasant sensation, but it turned the simplest of jobs into a chore…one of these being of great importance, (making myself a coffee)..I can do this normally while half asleep,(actually have done and even gone as so far as to drink it😀) But there I stood staring at my bright red kettle on despair,, spoon in hand, mind now a total blank….seriously though for a few moments (And here I did go into something of a panic mode, I just couldn’t remember how you made coffee),more over the more I thought about it, the more anxious I became…I toyed with turning to Jesse, only the fear of him thinking I was a total blithering idiot prevented this, . Can you find it on YouTube I wondered?….how does one YouTube again??????.So I opted to shower instead..you can’t go wrong with a shower right ?
After standing for quite some time under the refreshing hot water, I felt slightly more at one with my head, (Up until now I had thoughts, that maybe during the night i had had an early appointment with Madame Guillotine), Once again dressed in fresh Pjs,. I stood at my kettle, this time the lure of rich roasted Azera Americano coffee was far too great a temptation, i congratulated myself quietly I sat back down to savour it, …As I did a sudden noise broke through my peace, a loud thud came, the letter box rattled, followed by a package clattering onto the floor beside me…I wasn’t expecting anything though was i?, until I suddenly remembered actually I was.
The day previous….
Sunday afternoon Debbie had sent a text asking how I was feeling now, (Just saturday I had postponed a trip out in her car to look at houses., I was Presenting with all the symptoms of covid, I didn’t think it fair to travel in an enclosed environment, even taking the measures of wearing a mask, and knowing Debbie had had all the inoculation,s…It was Debbie who text back sometime later, (why not send for a home test kit?) , knowing me only to well she sent a link as to where to apply, which I then promptly did….And here it was, wrapped up in a grey plastic bag, enclosed in a further plastic bag, this one in a nice shade of purple( I’ve always loved purple) . I put down my coffee cup, set free the testing kit from yet another plastic bag(the third) , where in lay a cardboard box, yet another bag which held a giant swab on a poll,(ok a long stick), piece of lint cloth, and a tiny test tube type thing,half filled with a clear liquid, ….amongst this was a very officious looking instructions booklet.there I began to read it…..
I read the instructions thoughly, not only once but just to be certain it has sunk in my still quite fuzzy brain, I read it again…(I can by now easily take an exam on how to take this covid test)…first instruction was wash your hands thoughly, well I had just showered, .but hey better safe than sorryright?, then after wiping clean the surface you are going to place your test kit on, wash your hands all over again, ..this I did,. Opening the thin packet containing this huge horrifying looking long swab thing on knitting needle length stick, then opening your mouth as wide as you can without dislocating your jaw,. swab each side of your tonsils trying hard not to gag, So this you do four times each side (luckily here I don’t have problems with my gag reflex) no trouble thus far, …Now for the fun part…(take your large pole thingy and jamb it up your nose as far as possible, till it tickles your brain box😀😀😀😀😀😀😀), No no please don’t do that honestly😁, . on the whole It’s really not so bad, other than a very slight burning sensation as I twirled it, for the ten times instructed, it wasn’t so unpleasant…I mean your taught from young not to shove stuff up your Nasal cavities right?, (one time came to mind as I did this very thing) as a four year old my mother rushing me round to my Grandmothers(an ex nurse) when I had decided hiding her best pearl buttons up my nose would indeed be most appropriate, my daughter has the very button tin with said buttons still intact inside😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁…but there was to be two things I was indeed most grateful for yesterday, 1. Blow your nose well before hand, then rewash your hands again….2. Please Swab your throat first folks, not the other way round😂……Job done break the javelin, I mean swab stick and place in tube provided, seal with lid, add this and the lint cloth thing into provided bag, close securely…..then make another coffee before trying to get it collected from your home😒….
The collection….
It says on the instructions if you have symptoms, do not drive, or are too ill to go out, they will swing by for coffee and pick it up(no just pick it up folks), there’s a number to call and arrange this within 24hours, ..so test taken, I call, following the list of instructions about as clear as mud, until I get through to a real live talking human…..I give her all the details, my name, date of birth, ethnicity, bra size, she asked my sex, I deliberately deepen my voice at this point and say unsure😁…..but then I all seriousness explain why I’ve called, ..it says on the form someone can pick up completed tests if there’s a problem delivering it to a priority mail box… Again I explain, I,m disabled, don’t drive, plus I feel like I’ve just taken part in an iron man competition and hadn’t a clue where my nearest blooming priority post box was or is even if walking were an option……she says sorry we can’t get anyone to come out right now, tells me overly cheerful that my nearest box is four miles away, maybe it being a nice day for a walk, I might enjoy it..or maybe if I can’t do this just ask a neighbour to deliver my germ infested box to the post box……I sigh hang up and text Debbie…..
It’s not every friend that will collect your Covid test kit and drive beating back germs to their nearest delivery place…..but I have one who will and did just that bless her heart….not only this she offered to shop for me, I’ve blood relative,s, who have never gone that far for me😁, ….
Think pink…..
And the last thing you will think of is me!😖, I hate it, can’t stand it, I’m convinced it’s the devil’s own work(no seriously) it’s foul…..But I’m doing something in a good cause, …For the next 28 days, no less and certainly no more😒, I will be wearing something pink on my anatomy..about my person, ….each and every awful day….it’s so going to drag I just know it…..But it is all in aid of hearing dogs for the deaf, it’s a cause close to my heart, I grew up with a dear sweet friend called Sue who couldn’t hear, plus my love has issues of his own, if you feel you might wish to sponsor me, than send direct to the charity …but other than this just cheer me on….I will be crocheting a scarf also, ….every day I will crochet 28 rows, of twenty different colours….it’s gonna be a big one…no pun intended there……..all encouragement will be welcomed and I Thank you muchly in advance……if I’m prickly it’s because I’m right now sat here in a blooming pink t shirt…sighs…..Anyhow take good care of you folks and try to stay well 🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸🌸🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸🌸🌸💗
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