After 2 years of serious Jedi style avoidance, I caught the dreaded virus and it hit me like a freight train!
I knew it was an inevitability, especially with the recent relaxation of covid rules (welcome to herd immunity UK) But part of me thought that I was like Bruce Willis in Unbreakable (not to be confused with the sixth sense because *spoiler* he was dead the whole time in that one)
Alas, as I fell into the quicksand of covid fever I realised that my potential indestructibility wasn’t to be. Covid-19 hit me like a tonne of bricks.
I’m a pretty healthy person, I keep fit, eat well and I genuinely don’t often get ill. So I was hopeful for some TLC from my loving, caring family.
Instead, they started referring to me as ‘covid’ and ‘Mumerona’. They avoided me like the plague, and told me I was the weak link.
My son, declaring that I wasn’t going to break his covid-winning streak, started opening all the windows so it felt like we were living on a wind farm.
I decided that I was going to take at least one day to do fuck all. I mean proper fuck all.
I spent the whole day sitting in my PJs watching TV. It was an utter joy – I literally can’t remember the last time I did that.
The only thing that could’ve ruined it was a usurper, an attention seeker, someone determined to steal my covid thunder and get some attention of their own.
Cue Mr C announcing that he’s going down, and going down fast…a quick test revealed that covid had taken another.
There’s nothing quite like experiencing an illness in an 18-year relationship. We genuinely stopped giving a shit about 5 years in, even more so with the arrival of the kids.
Unless your head has fallen off or you’re close to death neither one of us has time for it.
The only benefit is that this attitude is reciprocated entirely – we both understand the criteria so we just put our heads back on, quietly curse the other, and carry on.
I’m now into the second week, my son’s covid streak was sadly broken (sucker) he tested positive a few days ago and after several lateral flows taken by the girls, it would seem that they’d avoided it.
Wanting to be sure, I got PCR tests done over the weekend. My youngest’s came back negative but the other one came back positive at 9 am.
Right after I’d sent her into school…
A quick phone call and apology later I was back at the school collecting her at 9:15 and bringing her home!
And so the only one who’s avoided the covid curse is the tough as nails 3-year-old. Either she really is Bruce Willis or she got it first and we didn’t even realise – we’ll never truly know for sure, but my money is on her being a Bruce!