I haven't gone to work today. Last night, going to bed, I had a sneezing fit. I had taken an anti-histamine earlier but its hadn't helped. It was just as well I had a large box of tissues. beside me This morning, I felt no better; I had a sore throat, a runny nose and constant sneezing. I convinced myself that I had Covid and was on the decline.
So, this is how it ends, I thought? At my age, death is always looking over my shoulder but, surely, it's not going to come in such an appalling way: coughing, sneezing and spluttering. With a heavy heart, I took the RAT test and waited 20 minutes for the red line to appear ... but it didn't! Negative!
I still didn't go to work. The kids didn't need to deal with my constant sneezing and clearing of my throat. The Supervisor wasn't happy but that can't be helped. And I survive to live another day, as they say in the classics.
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