So here I am AGAIN with Covid. The last bout was in October last year, so I've had a few clear months this time. When I've had it before, I know that it depletes my B12 and makes me feel awful, and each and every time, I know that I need extra jabs.
So, when I came down with it 10 days ago, why didn't I heed my own advice? I didn't feel too bad, so thought I'd get away with it.
So today, here I am, unable to feel my feet, tingly all down my left side and I can't for the life of me remember the name of those little red things in the fridge that I add to my cheese sandwich! Not to mention the head full of mashed potato, my legs doing their own thing and the constant urge to wee.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll just get on and do some extra jabs next time and then I won't feel so bad, although hopefully Covid won't come visiting again, but I won't hold my breath on that one.
Ok, rant over, I'm off to jab myself 😷