etc.

Well.

A new year, another lockdown. We are in a bad way in the UK... Covid-19 cases are HIGH, feel like we are going backwards.

I have decided to TRY and write on here more often, using it as a journal to document my years, months, and weeks - they all feel pretty much the same. Time is moving so fast yet sooooooo sloooooow.

Days are just blended into one - blendsday, as I call it. 

Since I last posted, we had more lockdowns, birthdays, pubs, restaurants, christmasses - all taken away... at the last minute, all a rollercoaster of doing things then not allowed to do things. It’s draining, disheartening, shit, crappy, annoying. This government is a fucking joke. But, we move...

Highlights of 2020: Lou’s 30th in Norfolk with friends (the holiday of the year I guess), Cambridge with Toby (and Hamburg before lockdown) a very low key Christmas at Cricklade of 3 people, our garden in the summer, dog sitting, keeping my job. 

New year, same bullshit. Let’s see what 2021 has in store... until the next post.

Monday March 23rd was the week I started to not feel great. I was waking up with a blinding headache on one side of my head, as a past sufferer of migraines - I thought nothing of it.

It was a combination of the headaches and the lethargic feeling, dragging myself out of bed all week. I blamed the lockdown on not feeling great and not being able to leave the house making me feel unwell.

Friday 27th I woke up and couldn’t taste my coffee... at all. The previous week my friend said he thought he had covid-19 and lost all sense of taste and smell. The next few weeks of dealing with covid-19 wasn’t great.

The headaches were continuous, if I walked up the stairs too quickly I would be knackered after. 

My chest got tight in the evening or after a 15 minute walk. I felt tired and just not right. The loss of taste and smell was the worst part - couldn’t taste any food, no tea (so just drank hot water to save wasting teabags), couldn’t smell my shower gel or taste my toothbrush. It was horrid. I found comfort in food and a glass of wine and it was taken away from me. That lasted around 15 days.

I also had a really weird sharp pain in one side of my nostrils that came and went, I honestly started believing it was the virus in my sinuses and to this day I have not had the pain since, so maybe it was, who knows. 

I woke up one Saturday and Toby gave me a bite of his toast with peanut butter and I could ever so slightly taste it. What a great morning. I thought I would wake up and all my sense of taste and smell would come back at once, sadly it was more of a gradual thing... I reckon it’s more or less back at 100% (when a eat a meal with loads of different flavours they kind of just blend together so can’t taste much.

maybe this is my life now.

My dreams have been crazy intense, super vivid and very strange. I don’t think that has to do with covid-19 but more so the being furloughed from work, not doing much with my day and not leaving the house.

I did buy a bike last week, it’s a struggle to ride but hopefully by the next tumblr submission I will be a cycling pro.

god knows what day this is of UK COVID-19 lockdown. It feels as though I have not been at work for months.

I believe it’s only been under two weeks.

today during lockdown, where the only time I have left the house is to go for quick walks around streatham hill, we were informed there was a fire in one of the flats above our old street office. It looked BAD

I felt sick at the thought of the business I ran being turnt into ashes in a matter of hours all while trying to deal with self isolation and not seeing friends or family for the foreseeable future.

thankfully, the event space and office was pretty much untouched apart from our stock room pretty much being burnt to ashes. it was all rubbish anyway.

so anyway, day 11 of being locked indoors with my flu like symptoms (I think it’s just a normal cold thing I am dealing with) and the highlight of my days are video calling friends, turning off the laptop and cooking something for dinner.

it’s a weird ol’ time in london right now and I have no idea what society is going to look at the end of it all... whenever that may be.