I had COVID - 26/10/2022

On the 16th of October, a Sunday, I tested positive for Covid. Either the 12th or 13th, my dad tested positive. On the 9th, both of my parents had their flu and Covid jabs, but it takes around two weeks before they become effective. We think that it was on that day, the 9th, that my dad picked it up somewhere. He began to feel ill a few days after his jab. One day he felt far more ill so he did a Covid test, it was very early in the morning as he was getting ready for work and I had woken up, he called me down, asking for a second pair of eyes to look at his result and it was positive. Both my mum and I did a test that same day and we were both negative. 

A few days later, I got a sore throat. A very sore throat and I knew I had caught it as I had spent the most time with Dad (including face to face conversations, my parents don't see much of each other throughout the week due to work). I knew I caught it, but my tests were still coming back negative. Each day, it got worse, joint pain, bunged up nose, headaches. Eventually, Sunday rolled around, and I finally tested positive for Covid. Somehow, my mum hadn't caught it. She was still going to work and had been sleeping on the sofa. 

Fast forward to today, the 26th, I tested negative and on Monday (24th) my dad tested negative. We had to cancel going to Whitby Goth Weekend, but it was the right call. Both me and my dad are still not 100%, but we're feeling much better than we were. We've decided we will go to the one in April. Somehow, Mum has evaded Covid, we don't know how, but hopefully it stays like that, if she gets it, she could die due to her weakened immune system. Hell, this would've been a great debate on miracles if I were in my RE class. Hopefully I'll be able to get up to some spooky stuff, but I'm not sure yet. 

Overcame sickness, forever (sic). Stay safe dearies.