Tested positive yesterday morning. I was wiped out all Saturday and pretty much spent the whole day in bed. I thought I’d better do one yesterday, just in case…..
Fucking positive. A very faint lower line, but it doesn’t matter how faint it is, it’s still positive.
Fuck sake. I spent 2 years wishing this to happen – I would have had a guaranteed week off work at the care home – maybe even more. But noooooooooooo, it happens in a job where I actually LIKE going to work. Spent most of my weekend in bed. I can still taste and smell, but I have no appetite. I spoke to my manager and he said the policy is if you feel able to work then you just come in to work. Wtf…no isolation….? I’m supposed to wear a mask while I still have it but what use is that when I’m still touching everything that everyone else is. Anyway I’ve said I’ll be back on Wednesday – for better or worse.
I’ve just had a much needed shave which has made me feel human again.
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