Well, I’m calling it: I’ve dodged a bullet and I’m getting better.
No more coughing, no more weird-feeling lungs, my heart seems back to normal, and I think the brain fog has gone. I’ve just got a very mild sore throat and a runny nose. The corona has been nothing more than a glorified cold for me, for which I am very grateful. I still have a long weekend of isolation ahead of me, but boredom is a rare luxury as far as I’m concerned. And it means I’m no longer working on Monday, which is my birthday. I’m not normally someone who takes leave on their birthday, but this year it seems I am. No party though.
