Numbers are up on yesterday. As expected we are still catching up with the weekend. The total numbers of deaths is now 26,097 as community and care home deaths have been included for the first time. It seems that we are still in the middle of the peak and not coming down the other side after all. It’s relentless.
More people n London have died of coronavirus than died in The Blitz.
More people have died in the USA than died in the Vietnam War.
Boris Johnson, and his fiancé Carrie Symonds, have announced the birth of a baby boy. It seems earlier than expected but this has not been confirmed. I’m not a fan of the man but 2020 is turning out to be quite a year for him!
A massive asteroid has whizzed past the earth today. It got as close as 3.9 million miles away which, in space terms, qualifies as a near miss.
Yesterday evening we watched more Simon Reeve in the Mediterranean after dinner. M had a busy day working on his “Resilience” project and didn’t make time for his exercise during the day, so he did it upstairs later on in the evening and I watched some TV on my own downstairs. I caught up with the end of a BBC Production of Dracula. It was screened around Christmas but I never watched the last episode.
Spending the evening alone seemed to give me too much time to think and I’ll admit to having had a little wobble. It all seemed to catch up with me and I felt a bit sad and emotional. I think it was probably a good thing as it got it out of my system and I didn’t have any tiger dreams last night.
Generally, I think we are all getting very numb to the whole situation. When I think back to 7 weeks ago it was all so shocking and strange. Now it really has become the new normal never to go out anywhere other than for exercise and the odd bit of grocery shopping (and these are few and far between for us), to have minimal face to face contact and zero no physical contact with friends and family and to watch the news ever day to see if the number of people who have died overnight has fallen to just a few hundred instead on almost 1000.
I probably didn’t dream last night because I didn’t manage to sleep much again. I woke around three and couldn’t get back to sleep. Head buzzing with lots of questions and concerns. When is it all going to end? When will M and I be able to resume some aspects of our life and how will that happen. How can I avoid putting M (and myself for that matter) at risk when I attend my hospital appointment in June?
I have decided to attend the appointment because if I push it back further I wont be able to get my gallstones sorted out in time for our trip to Barbados next April (assuming we will soon be going but that’s just another thing to wonder about). I’m going to have to self-isolate from him for 7 days after I come home. We’ll have to work that one out very carefully!
M has an appointment next week to see an immunologist. His consultant thinks that some of his problems with persistent weird and wonderful infections could be due to some sort of immune deficiency. There is no way he’ll be setting foot in a hospital next week, so he rang up to postpone or arrange a telephone consultation instead. They’re going to get back to him.
To be fair, it’s not urgent at the moment as he is better than he has been for the past 2 years! He’s infection free, feels great and is hardly coughing at all compared to a few weeks ago. Sometimes, you would look at him and think there was nothing wrong with him. It’s brilliant!
Today, I have written my critiques of my three fellow writers last “homeworks”. That took most of the morning and then I slept in the afternoon trying to catch up from last night.
It’s 7pm as I write this and I’m off to have dinner. I can smell M cooking from up in the bedroom, Smells of aniseed! Five spice? I wonder what he’s making. I thinks it pork of some kind.