Two years late to the Covid get together but it has caught up with me. Joining the rest of the recent wave of infections has made me part of a club I didn't want to be part of.
This isn't just not wanting to become infected and the possible health problems that may occur, but purely selfish - how the heck can I write about the smell and taste of food when I haven't got any?!
This is hell.
Hell, but also with a side of purgatory and a sprinkling of pity.
I seem lucky so far in that my symptoms aren't respiratory. Just like me, my asthma can't be doing with any extra work. Olympic sleeping, punctuated with blinding headaches, surreal dreams and a lack of taste seem to be my covid concoction.
And that's the bit I'm worried about. Taste, in the scheme of things, not the hardest part of any illness but mentally its's draining.
I've already started the "what if?" What if my taste doesn't come back? What if I'm left to eat soup for the rest of my life? (Well there's a reason to start a soup blog!) The one time in life that I've found something I enjoy doing and this happens.
Basically, I'm having a pity party, it's not a good party but it's the nearest I'm going to get to socialising at the moment!
Anyone fancy joining me with a bowl of virtual soup?
Shameless link to soup recipes 😄