Monday, December 20th
Bleurgh. Having tested negative for Covid all the way through Abu Dhabi, Rafa tested positive on his return to Spain. He said he’d been feeling a bit rough but was hopefully improving, but he seemed doubtful about the Aussie Open anyway and, with the players due to head to Melbourne on the 27th, I can’t see him playing. I’m so, so sorry for him: he’s been out for over half a year with this foot problem, and now he’s played all of two matches and this has happened.
And we lost the second Ashes Test.
One of my colleagues has also tested positive. She hasn’t been in for a few days as one of her kids was ill, so it’s unlikely she’s passed it round the office, and she’s got no symptoms, but she’s very upset because her Christmas plans have been ruined. Such a shame. Callous boss’s response was “Shit” and to moan about how inconvenient it was – not a word of concern for her health.
There’s thankfully been no noticeable uptick in hospitalisations or deaths yet, but infection rates are sky-rocketing … especially in densely-populated areas, with half the ten Greater Manchester boroughs now above the national average for the first time in a long time. The biggest immediate problem is the number of people off work due to self-isolation, and what that could mean for essential services. And a lot of people are cancelling plans, leaving the hospitality and entertainments industries struggling. Also, more countries are imposing travel restrictions … it’s hard to keep up with it all.
Boris has said no more restrictions *yet*.
And the Queen’s cancelled the Royal Family Christmas at Sandringham. Such a shame for her. She’ll stay at Windsor, and family members will visit her there.
Tuesday, December 21st
I have just had some very bad health news. There was a very, very low chance of this happening, which was why my GP never even considered it, but it has. I’m not quite sure yet whether to keep this as a Covid blog or to make it a Covid/health blog. I don’t suppose many people read it, so it’s really just for me. Writing usually helps, but I’ll have to think. If you’re friends with me on Facebook, please don’t mention it as I haven’t told many people yet. I’ve always tried to be so careful about everything. Much good it does you.
I’m still writing about Covid for now. Scotland and Wales are both making sports events more or less behind closed doors for now. Rishi Sunak’s bringing back the SSP rebate scheme, and also providing support for the arts and hospitality industries. New Year’s Eve events are being cancelled all over the show.
Wednesday, December 22nd
Will someone please tell me that I’m going to wake up? My world fell apart yesterday. And it wasn’t supposed to. I’d been referred for a benign condition, but, somehow, the original scan missed something. I can’t take it in. Waiting to hear what happens next.
In Covid news:
- Wales is bringing back the rule of 6.
- Nightclubs in Northern Ireland are to close after Boxing Day.
- In England, the self-isolation period’s being reduced from 10 days to 7 days for fully vaccinated people who’ve tested negative twice.
- And vulnerable children aged 5 to 11 are to be offered one dose, and 16 and 17 year olds are to be offered a booster.
- Various European countries are reimposing various restrictions.
- Israel’s to offer a fourth dose.
- Tim Laurence has tested positive, so he and Princess Anne are self-isolating.
Thursday, December 23rd
Dunham lights tonight.
More tests today. I need to stay off Google. It keeps reminding me that this is very, very rare, which doesn’t really help. I don’t know whether I should be writing this. I suppose writing it won’t make it any worse.
Nightclubs in Scotland are to shut for 3 weeks.
People getting the Omicron variant seem less likely to need hospital treatment than those with other variants.
Friday, December 24th
The consultant said she hoped they could do a biopsy – and it took me ages just to type that word – on January 4th. She was being optimistic. January 18th at the earliest … and that’s if I don’t test positive for Covid in the meantime. How do I deal with anything until then? I feel like a bad soap opera plot. How is this happening to me? I’m meant to be keeping a Covid journal, not this. It really is like a bad soap opera plot. You get referred for a benign condition – fibroids are not nice, but not serious – and then this happens, 4 days before Christmas. I can’t process it. Sorry if anyone is reading this and finding it awkward/upsetting.
More and more places are imposing restrictions. There may well be an announcement here after Christmas.
Saturday, December 25th
Today was Christmas Day, and, unlike last year, we had a normal Christmas Day, everyone round to Mum and Dad’s for mountains of food.
I felt like the elephant in the room. I don’t know if everyone else felt normal or was just pretending to be normal.
I am not processing things. I feel like I’m in a bad soap opera. With no prospect of further news for over a month, what do I do?
Sunday, December 26th
I wanted to do something really good today, but it was miserable and drizzly, so I just went to Dunham Massey. Again.
New restrictions come into force in Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland next week, but not England. Yet.
I am still not processing things. I started writing this week’s post when life was normal and I thought I had a fibroid and a cyst and that was it. Even typing this seems unreal. I don’t even know whether or not to post it, to be read by strangers. Nothing seems real any more.
I have decided to publish this as I’m not processing the news at all, and maybe publishing it will make it seem real. If anyone’s reading this, please don’t feel obliged to comment – just please don’t, if you know me in real life, on Facebook or anywhere else, mention it there. Thank you.