DH has declared he “definitely has” corona virus.
Last night he did feel and look absolutely rubbish, took a handful of paracetamol and went to bed at 7pm. Today he declared that was definitely it - he was reading the internet - and it definitely was it.
There was shortness of breath (trust me, there wasn’t), he was “aware of his throat”(what in the name of all that is good and true does that mean), he felt like he was going to die, shivered once and had a cough (literally cleared his throat).
Today he is up, showered and back working in the garage. (that's where his WFH setup is).
Now, unless he had the world’s best immune system ever (because that would belong to a 50 year old Scottish bloke who had a heart attack 3 years ago) I think I can safely say that he has not survived Coronavirus.
It did mean that DDog and I could binge watch Kitchen Nightmares last night rather than some post apocalyptic dystopian nonsense written in Tibetan and translated by google translate.
This is day 4. 4....!!!!!