I cannot remember just how many weeks I have been in lockdown, it could be seven, eight, or even nine.Time has gone by in a sort of mist, the result of living on my own with the help of carers, worrying about my friends and relations. Reality arrived yesterday when I tried to telephone, a very special friend and got no answer. I kept trying all day, with still no answer. so I telephoned a mutual friend who got in touch with her landlord, He said that she had been taken into hospital. All my worries were fast turning into reality. The landlord did not know the reason for her admission, but I know that she fits the profile of many Cofid 19 virus patients, being in the dangerous age bracket. I am extremely worried….
FOUR DAYS LATER
My friend is in hospital suffering from a rare virus, which has caused meningitis.. She is seriously ill, not wih Cofid 19, but with another rare virus that could have connections to it. The prognosis is not good, but I cling to the fact that she has always been strong and healthy for her age.I am having many conversations with her daughter who keeps in touch with the hospital..
ONE WEEK LATER
. Good news, she is on her last bag of anti viral drip.When this is finished, the doctors are thinking of sending her home. A remarkable recovery.
A FEW DAYS LATER
MY friend is home from hospital. Wonderful news. She is still very weak, but is better off in her own home, being looked after by carers four times a day, than being in hospital. I am looking forward to talking to her on the telephone when she feels strong enough. I am so glad that she has come through her dreadful illness. Special friends are impossible to find and she is very special.
TWO DAYS LATER
This morning I had a phone call from my friend who had just spent two nights in her own bed. Apparently, meningitis can strike you at any time. She is well aware how lucky she has been to survive such a dangerous illness. I am just glad to have my friend back.