It was a sensation I’ve never had with any other illness: the feeling that Covid had intentions, and that they were not benign. It felt as if Covid was repeatedly returning to try the lock. The image that stuck in my mind that week was of being in a room in a not very good hotel where somebody keeps trying to open your door, rattles the lock for a while, then gives up and goes away, only to come back and try again a few hours later. I would feel OK and then not OK, in waves. I had the semi-delirious sense that my body knew it was dealing with a new illness. I was lucky: it turned out to be the ‘mild to moderate’ version of Covid. ![]() ![]() ![]() I had Covid, at the end of March last year, I spent a week in bed with an intermittent fever and a strong feeling that my body was dealing with something unfamiliar.
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