I was supposed to be going to Belgium with my son's team next week: as it'd be day 9 of me having Covid and he's also tested positive now it's not sensible to expose the other riders to the risk. Instead I'll stay home and try to recover.
Today I'm still struggling to breathe at times, but am slowly feeling better than Wednesday evening when I landed in A&E. I get about 45 minutes of 'OK' then it goes pear-shaped for a while, returning to 'OK' for another 45 minutes. Today I only managed to send a total of one e-mail and edit my re-sit exams for release in a few weeks' time - but I
was working. Talking is very difficult; it's a mixture of word-cough-pause-word which both hurts and takes ages to converse.
Fortunately son no. 2 only has mild symptoms, but he's off racing for a minimum of 2 weeks under British Cycling guidelines for his and other rider's safety.
Oh, and if someone you know still says Covid's a myth, send them my way. I'll cough on them as it's all I'm currently capable of doing
