Every breath feels like fire.
My throat tickles again, and again, and again.
My cough heaves violently against my throat.
The tissues endlessly being thrown in the bin.
We clean EVERYTHING.
We all have this, but Isaac (we think, he is coughing, but CF coughing, not, bug from hell coughing).
On the plus side, it’s really mucousy, so we’re pretty confident we can discount CV.
On the bad side?
It’s really frickin mucousy.
Also not good for Isaac to be around.
For now, he is on extra oral antibiotics, and is doing OK.
But essentially we’re trapping him in a house with a bunch of people with disgusting coughs.
CoronaKindness: Last week we were lucky enough to get one of the last grocery delivery slots for weeks, the driver called first and we explained that we are in isolation not because we are sick (although ironically, we are), but to protect a family member with a lung condition, so we will keep a distance. The guy kindly bagged up all our shopping like an expert, put it into our alleyway, knocking to let me know when he was done, so we didn’t need to have any contact with him. He also told us that next time, they can pack our shopping for us in store, in a controlled environment to further limit the risks. The next day, we received a parcel of goodies from a friend in NZ (thank you Vanessa!). The next, we had a note through the door from a stranger, offering to collect whatever we needed. Our family have us well stocked with food. Friends have shared home schooling resources. We feel like the sad but fortunate isolates; lucky to have so many thinking of us, but missing them all the more.
In a way, feeling sick right now makes isolation easier... we need rest anyway. It’s going to get a whole lot tougher. Thank you to everyone who is taking social distancing and isolation so seriously, keeping those more vulnerable in our society protected x
Peter Lanyon ❤️
