DS has just had an email from Oxford saying they will probably not return next term and will instead be taught online. A big deal, as it is a whole eight-week term there, with exams at the end for most of them.
I am still self-isolating, and unsure if what I have is IT or not. Because of the change of rules DH was phoned last night (he had previously told them I was self-isolating with cold/flu symptoms as a precaution but they still wanted him to come in) and told not to come in for his lumbar puncture this morning, but to self isolate for 10 days. He's 71, so would be having to self-isolate soon anyway, but I imagine urgent cancer treatment would be an exception. I would have liked him to get the hospital visit out of the way, but also very worried about if they needed to give him chemo at the moment. The chances of finding anything on the lumbar puncture are pretty low, I think, given his absence of other symptoms that would suggest lymphoma in the body (as opposed to brain), so we are reasonably content to leave it for now. Frustrating, but I see their point about not taking the risk on a ward full of immuno-compromised patients.
I'm not feeling great but not absolutely terrible either. Not quite up to getting my online teaching for next week set up, but perhaps I had better push on with it in case the illness gets worse.
It is all SO strange. I am spending most of my time reading cosy mystery fiction and watching things on netflix from 90s and early 20s. I find the flip phones, phone books, and absence of modern computers, etc, very comforting.