Day 22: I was hoping to be back at work
today but no such luck. The pneumonia has gone — but now I ache as if
I’ve been run over by a steamroller. My sinuses are agony, and my
eardrums feel ready to pop. I know I shouldn’t but I’m massaging my
inner ear with cotton buds, trying to take the pain away.
Day 24: Hallelujah! I think I’m better. Who knew flu could be as horrible as that, though?
.....Day 52: A notification from the hospital informs me that I was infected
with the Wuhan coronavirus. I suppose I should be pleased that I can’t
catch it again — I’m immune now.
My local paper back in Llandudno, North Wales, has been in touch with me. Maybe I caught the coronavirus at the fish market.
It’s
a great place to get food on a budget, a part of the real Wuhan that
ordinary Chinese people use every day, and I regularly do my shopping
there.
Since the outbreak became
international news, I’ve seen hysterical reports (especially in the U.S.
media) that exotic meats such as bat and even koala are on sale at the
fish market. I’ve never seen that."
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