It’s 2.23 am and I’ve been awake for an hour. I went to bed at 8pm and slept right through until 1.23am. To be fair I think it was Calaidh who woke me as she is still in the room with me.
I woke in a sweat, the bed is soaking but that can happen to me on a normal day. The joys of my age 🤦🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️🤣.
I can’t breathe through my nose at all. My Lemsip Max Cold & Flu tablets aren’t touching it.
Auntie Jac recommended the old bowl of steaming hot water and a towel over my head. I tried this just before bed last night.
And yes…. I even tried a selfie 🤳 🤣
I don’t feel like any of it got through but I’m sure I won’t have any blackheads as jeez that was a baptism of hot steam.
I’m ramming a big tube of Deep Heat up my nose and nothing….. not even the faintest whiff of what is one of the strongest smells.
So all that said I think the steam sniffing is the reason I got a good 5 hours sleep.
It’s hard not to overthink in the wee small hours. My symptoms might not be very pleasant right now but what about all those people that couldn’t breathe and were completely alone, totally isolated from their loved ones. The ones who died alone and the ones who couldn’t be with them when they died. It’s horrific to even imagine that world and yet so many people went through it. COVID-19 has forced a separation on us all that up until now I thought I enjoyed but when you stop and think, it’s so very sad.
Now regular readers will know that I crave solitude. I love me some quiet alone time. Hell I’ve even wished for an isolation period so that I can just take some steps back and rest.
And here I am, starting a paragraph with “and”….. it’s not as much fun as it sounds. It feels a bit scary, I feel very vulnerable, I feel very alone with my thoughts.
It’s not even been 24 hours yet and I actually miss Craig. I normally love a night he may have fallen asleep on the couch and I get the bed to myself. Tonight it just feels quite lonely.
I sat outside until after 6pm yesterday. I had messaged the pub next door and for dinner delivered. The Chicken Enchilada is super spicy and I could only tell that by the sensation on my lips and in my throat. The taste buds in my mouth give me nothing at all.
I have zero sense of taste or smell so far. My sinuses are sore and not shifting, my eyes were sore but have benefited from some sleep and my cough is sore but, thankfully, only sporadic. It’s not like a normal cold and flu cough. It’s chesty and deep but there’s a croak at the end of it that seems to take away the satisfaction of a good (mucus moving) cough. Sorry mucus should never be used in a sentence.
Calaidh staying clear last night! 🤣
I’ve been writing for 20 minutes now so I’ll try to get some more sleep now.
I went back to sleep just before 3am and of course was woken by the Fit Body Farm 5am alarm and then the 5.10am snooze…. 🤦🏻♀️ but I slept right through until 7 which is fine by me.
Craig and I met for coffee at opposite sides of the garden. He says I’m shut out the house. 🦠😷
The fresh air is a welcome relief. I opened the window in the bedroom too.
So for everyone who’s had this, I’m preaching to the converted but it’s the hardest thing in the world to figure out how to manage everything. I’ve just been presented with my own bin bag, I’m wearing a buff as I walk to the bathroom, I have my own hand sanitiser and a mini Fabulosa disinfectant. All of these things thought of this morning and I’ve probably infected the rest of the house already.
Craig is testing negative again this morning so we have to keep up this strange new way of living.
I went back to bed after 9 and slept until 11.30am with the electric blanket and fleecy jammies on so was super cosy. I’m back outside in Gran’s recliner chair. I’m much more tired today. Wabbit.
I’m not hungry (which is no bad thing) and just want to sleep.
The sun feels lovely on my suntan lotioned skin. That was an effort in itself but it feels so much nicer to be outside that cooped up in the bedroom.
I’m now carrying around a plastic bag around with me. It has the toilet roll for my nose because of course, we have run out of tissues, my hand sanitiser, my mini disinfectant, my water, my bin bag, my book and my cold and flu tablets. Means nothing is left lying loose for Craig I know I’m maybe overthinking it but it lets me move around and I’m happier that way.
He got my beanie hat and my chapstick from the van and those two items are a game changer to my day. Simple things eh?!
It’s hazy today but that makes it feel a bit warmer in my sun trap.
So since then it clouded right over so I’ve come inside to the sun room, I’m wrapped up and have all the doors wide open but it’s getting cooler. I’ve honestly done nothing to do but sleep and stare into space really. 🤨🥴 I’m shattered and that is ok.
So at 3.35pm I’m back in bed. The blanket’s on so I’m heatng back up. Another wee nap I think.
Stay safe everyone ♥️♥️♥️
2 thoughts on “Day 721 day 2 of COVID-19 isolation 🦠😷🦠”
Oh dear not much fun in isolation. My sister was recently confined to the attic but managed not to infect anyone else. She was so excited to go out to the supermarket after 8 days locked up! Hope you feel better soon X
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It’s such a strange feeling. I’ve heard so many people go thru it but it’s not as much fun as it sounded to me. At least I’m not really ill. That’s the main thing. I hope Craig doesn’t catch it but it would make life so much easier if I could just move around xx
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