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Post-Covid Fatigue Is A F*****g Bitch
It was the text message you don’t want to receive. “Cali, I’ve just tested positive. You’d better get yourself a test.”
Two days earlier I had shared a car journey with a friend for a three hour round trip to a memorial service. When we were chatting in the car, we both said how we had done a home lateral flow test that morning as it was the courteous thing to do in the age of covid. Both tests were negative. But later that evening, she started feeling ill.
That was six weeks ago. Thanks to being fully vaccinated, the covid itself wasn’t that bad. It progressed exactly like a nasty cold. I didn’t have a fever and it wasn’t a huge snot-fest. There were a couple of days when I felt quite rough but on day six it lifted and by the time the ten days of self-isolation was up, the symptoms were gone.
That is where the obstacles really began. It was such a joy to be able to go outside again and wander around the trees in the local parkland. But I discovered that I didn’t have the energy to walk my usual circuit, getting tired two-thirds of the way round.
The next day I had to take my car for a service. Walking back from the garage, and the return walk to the garage to pick up the car, was too much for me. I was…
