Day 7 was long. Main issues were the coughing and the tiredness. I finished the 2nd Charity shop jigsaw - turns out no pieces missing! But if you look closely you will see the piece that somehow ended up in the washer! I found it in the washer door seal at the weekend. I think it must have dropped in the pocket of my cardigan when I was sorting pieces. Glad I saved it because I’d have been very annoyed had I thrown it and then realised! I’ve sellotaped it in for the next time it’s done! Probably by my sister!
As the HG went to bed straight after tea feeling rubbish and ill, like he had been complaining about feeling crap end day 5 and day 6, I stayed downstairs a while and promptly fell fast asleep - think it did me good being propped up. I think I woke up at 11.30pm and dragged myself up to my bed.
Day 8 - the trials really begin. The HG has tested positive.
|His n hers !
To be honest I’m amazed it’s been this long. Even though I’ve been really careful to keep out of the way, sleeping in a different room etc I’m not thinking what a waste of time! So now we have both got to try and keep and 24 safe. I’ll be watching the HG like a hawk though with his one kidney. Apart from the cough and the horrid taste in my mouth and a headache I feel fine now. I’ve done nothing except visit the bathroom and get in my bed! It’s lovely and I’ve missed it! I’ve let my boss know and said that because I am positive and still feel rough then I’m definitely not going to be in this week now. She can then plan and get sorted too. Fingers crossed the HG gets away lighter than me! The curse of the self employed is no work, no money and times are lean as he was off before Christmas for a couple of days with his back, then off over Christmas and now sodding Covid.
Will report back on day 9.