I thought it was just the jet lag. On Saturday and Sunday I was in pain, I thought my sinuses were going to explode. The pain in my forehead was endless. I was dog tired and yet when I went to bed I slept as if possessed. The same dream for two nights ran though my head but don’t ask me what it was because I can’t remember. What I do remember is tossing and turning like clockwork, my body was being controlled and manipulated by an unknown force.

Monday morning I woke up at 4:30 feeling tired but slightly more human. I had to head to Armidale for an appointment on the Tuesday. I couldn’t even finish breakfast, I couldn’t taste anything either. I took the bread roll from the fridge and a Mandarin and packed the car and headed off.

I drove to Glen Innes before stopping for fuel. I’d been nibbling at the dry roll for the last four hours and so I ate the Mandarin as a treat. Only 100 km to go and then I can relax. I don’t feel too bad, I don’t feel too good either.

Stuart is home when I arrive, Catherine’s flight has been delayed. I tell Stuart about the last few days and he thinks I have Covid, I do the test and what do you know he’s right. First time for everything I guess.

I’m hoping I don’t infect either of them so we distance as much as is possible. I have to cancel my appointment. I can’t go when I’m infected by the plague and so I stay the night and I got up this morning around 6 had two bits of toast and a cuppa and headed back up the road.

970 km to get there and back and many hours behind the wheel and I’m back to where I started, although I am feeling a bit better and I’m hoping that when I go to bed this evening I will sleep like a baby and not like something from the Exorcist 😱