This is just a little post, it contains no pictures, and you may not find it interesting.
In March, the 27th to be exact, I caught Covid. Pretty bad timing as I was already off on the sick, due to my socket not fitting, however I was due to return to work and then required a few more weeks off.
Well ever since then I have struggled with fatigue, a very annoying dry cough and the most worrying symptom concentration.
Now normally I would just laugh it off, the forgetfulness, however over the course of the last few weeks it has got considerably worse.
An example, I had arranged to go and see one of my good friends on Thursday, she lives up at Felton near Alnwick. I have made this trip loads of times, it is easy to get to Felton, as it is straight up the A1 North bound. So how come I ended up 34.4 miles away from Felton, almost in Scotland. I had to call my friend and ask for her postcode. I only realised I was in the wrong place when passing Haggerston Castle and going around two roundabouts, before turning around and heading back South, pulling in to a lay-by and calling my friend.
Travelling back South, for some reason I had it in my head that there was a section of dual carriageway, went to pass a car, and it wasn't until I saw on coming traffic in what I thought was my lane I had to stamp on my brakes and swerve back into my lane. I believe in thanking the Universe for its help and assistance. I gave a big thank you that evening, I can tell you.
Today has been a catalogue of memory and concentration errors. Things like putting my keys in the glovebox of my car, then looking for my keys immediately after to start my car. Putting my disabled badge in its usual place on the sun visor, kept in place by elastic bands, then going shopping with Ern and looking in my glovebox for said badge. Putting a teabag in my cup, going for the milk, then putting another tea bag in and discovering I had put two in when I poured the hot water in. Making a cup of tea without boiling the kettle this morning.
Last week I had a complete mental block after seeing a patient and going to write up my notes. I knew what I had done, but couldn't find the words to type it out.
My dad lost his wallet today, however with some detective work I managed to find it, it must have fallen off the footstool and gone down by the sette, so at least I discovered that Lol
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