It is a red letter day today. I have finally tested negative to Covid. I have been positive for the past 14 days. I knew that the virus would give me trouble, having an immune system problem, but I think that all those vaccinations, (5), probably helped me to survive. There was one period where I was hospitalised, because my blood pressure was out of control, that I think was the most dangerous. And as much as I am grateful to the Doctors and Nurses at the Hospital I hated the Covid ward, it was like being locked up in prison. The ward was separate to the hospital. A locked concrete block building with windows up at ceiling level, I was so glad when they said I could go home.
I got the virus from my husband, who isn't thinking properly because of the onset of dementia. He probably forgot his mask and I know that at least one of his rowing mates had the virus. Jut shows, you can be as careful as can be but there just has to be one person in your close circle who isn't thinking about spreading the infection and you have it.
So now I want to sew again. I don't have a lot of energy and am still not thinking clearly but if I can get all this "out of my head and into my hands" I am sure I will gradually get better.
I made a start by sewing the gathering around my little cushions for the pin cushions and attaching them to the cardboard bases. Not a lot, but it is a start.