OUT AND ABOUT WITH SCOUT -POST COVID RAMBLE WITH SOME LOCAL HISTORY THROWN IN.
It must be over a month since I caught covid and I still feel like shit. I literally have no energy or motivation, or at least that's the way it's been up until now. Today I've drawn a line in the sand and the fight back starts right here, right now. Having said that I have to say my heart goes out to those who are in the same position as me only they still have to go to work. Yes they might (as I did) test negative, but that doesn't mean they're right. It's only in the last few days that my brain decided it was time to get back into gear, up until then I was the closest thing to a zombie there has ever been. I think working on a daily basis would have been very difficult.
Life goes on though and sitting in the house feeling sorry for ones self isn't the way to go. The longer you sit, the worse you feel. Ironically the weekend I became ill with covid I had planned to undertake a walk of up to fourteen miles which would have been the longest since I was diagnosed with Sarcoid back in 2016. Needless to say today's walk was not going to be anywhere near as far and there was more than a little trepidation when Scout and I set off into the breezy sunshine. Under normal circumstances my wife would have dropped us off some three or four miles away on her way to work and we would walk back. Not today. Today was to be a short two mile walk from the house.
I suppose I'm lucky living as I do on the very edge of town and within a few minutes of setting off am walking in the beautiful Durham countryside. Beautiful and yellow as it turns out as we seem to be surrounded by a sea of oil seed Rape.