We moved to the Middle East 9 years ago and DD and I usually visit the UK at Easter and for the summer. Due to Covid we weren’t able to visit from March 2020 until March this year. It was hard not being able to see family and friends back home but that was the case for everyone - not much can be done about that!
DD and I came over at Easter and we managed to see some family and friends but there were lots we couldn’t see as they had Covid. It was pretty rife then. It was hard knowing we were in the same country and not being able to see people, having to change plans etc.
DD and I came back over the second week of July, after school broke up, and saw my parents, DB, DSIS etc. I had made a schedule to fit everybody in as my friends and family are all over the UK. I thought being organised would help!
Last Wednesday I tested positive. It’s my first time having it and god do I feel like a pile of shit! DD had it only a few months ago and she has thankfully avoided being reinfected. I’m now on day 6.
I’m lucky that I rented a little Airbnb so I have somewhere to isolate. DD was staying with DSIS when I tested positive so has been staying with her.
My DM, DDAD, DSIS and DBIL are all classed as vulnerable so I need to stay away from them until negative or for 10 days. Most of my aunts and uncles are also vulnerable.
I’m still feeling so unwell. I feel bored and trapped in a home that isn’t my own. I’ve had to cancel all my plans which means I won’t get to see some great friends and family.
We leave a week on Wednesday so even if I make a miraculous recovery I still won’t fit everything in.
AIBU to feel a bit sorry for myself? Or should I just be counting my blessings that DD is fine and at least I have a safe and comfortable place to stay?