Since the Covid-19 pandemic started, we’ve had lockdown after lockdown in the UK. We’ve been socially distancing and self-isolating. We’ve been avoiding each so much that we haven’t been around each other’s germs – other than severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2). This means that our immune systems have been given little to do but react to the Covid-19 vaccines most of us in the UK have had. It means we’ve been totally unprepared for the common cold.
I caught the common cold, I suspect when watching the Cambridge Half Marathon a few weeks ago. A few days later, my throat started to make itself known, then, a couple of days later, I could barely move out of bed. I was feverish, sneezing, coughing and feeling most feeble. My immune system didn’t know what hit it.
I didn’t sleep well, especially during the feverish stage, so I watched Netflix almost constantly. I couldn’t focus on anything too heavy, too serious or too complicated, so I watched American sitcoms. I now only remember having watched The Good Place. I enjoyed it well enough, and it was nice that it came to a conclusion.
I eventually started to feel better a couple of weeks after catching the cold, but I’m still coughing. It’s definitely not Covid – the Cambridge Half Marathon organisers stipulated that we had to take Covid tests before and after the event; all were negative. I’m well enough to go out now, but it’s tiring.
This really is the worst cold ever
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