So I was as surprised as the next person when, on Saturday night, tucked up in bed, watching my Netflix, I swallowed at approximately 9.30pm and was met with what felt like a deluge of daggers in my throat.
I had gone from being fine to being as sick as a dog in the space of 5 minutes.
The night sweats started, no sleep, sore throat, my glands were up, all the usual suspects. And these are not usual times. I would usually have had a moan to anyone who listened, then picked myself up and taken myself off to work. But I knew we weren't allowed to do that. Aunty Cindy had said.
So instead, on Monday, I rang my doctor then the Covid testing station rang me and they gave me a time to go and get tested.
I spent the day worrying about the size of something going up my nose but, seriously, it was totally fine.
In 3 minutes I was swabbed and out of there. It took around 72 hours for my results to come through, during which time I wasn't allowed to go anywhere or see anyone, and here's the kicker, my family had to self-isolate with me!!
That, folks, was the worst.
Being sick as a dog and having to deal with two high energy boys. I willed myself to get better quickly, I prayed to the cold gods, but this cold lingered.
My co-host, Adam, thought it was all a ruse to get a personal consultation from my new physician crush, director general of health, Dr Ashley Bloomfield.
That's a big call, but he may have been right.
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