By Tuesday morning, I had symptoms.
 
By Wednesday morning, bleurgh.
 
My least favourite ‘fun’ symptom – coughing. Oh, the coughing. It’s not constant but it is violent, painful, and it makes me cry. I’m asthmatic so this symptom is the one that scares me the most. Anything that messes with my breathing freaks me out. Even taking my ‘preventer’ inhaler made me cough so hard I thought a lung was coming up.
 
It has died down now, thankfully. But I imagine it’ll be back all too soon. I’ve kept a window open and my little fake wood burner on today to keep some air flowing. I think that has helped clear my chest for now.
 
All I keep thinking is how on earth people have coped with this without having been vaccinated. I already understand how bad this must have been for many before the vaccine was created and rolled out. I am double-jabbed and managed to get my booster a week ago. And it’s bad.
 
If you haven’t already had all the doses of vaccine you are entitled to, go get yourself booked in.

Now. Right now.

https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/coronavirus-covid-19/coronavirus-vaccination/
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I mean it. Get it done. Please.

#covid19 #vaccinate #saveyourself 

My 9-year-old is a great sleeper but he’s been struggling.
 
It’s no wonder. His mother is currently imprisoned in the attic bedroom, guarded by an invisible bug that has killed 5.32 million people* around the world (so far).

And there it is. The entirely unexpected pink line where none had ever appeared before. In almost two years of the shitshow that is this pandemic, it had finally found our household. More specifically, me.