In mid-March of this year I came down with Covid. It wasn't too bad and I managed to continue to work through it (from home) for the nine days it lasted. Once recovered, I had a couple of weeks where I felt perfectly fine.
Then, towards the end of the month, I started to have some gastric problems and a fever. I assumed it was a post-Covid thing and that it would pass in a couple of days. But it didn't. The fever persisted, as did the delightful gastric issues. My better half grew ever more concerned, calling an ambulance as I was talking gibberish (nothing new!) and hallucinating quite badly. I was rushed to A&E, where I was admitted to the Resus department. At this point, I had no clue as to what was happening.
The excellent NHS staff helping me quickly diagnosed me as having sepsis and I was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit. I spent a week in ICU full of cannulas and tubes, hooked up to a bank of monitors, while they saved my life. In all honesty, it was a frightening and intense time.
So, since early April I've been home and recuperating. I got to celebrate a very poignant birthday in May. I've now been weened off the steroids and regained the weight (plus some extra!) and I'm getting fitter and stronger by the day. But, it will take some time to fully recover.
I'm very grateful to still be here and I'm eternally grateful that we have a service like the NHS here in the UK.
Going forward, I'll be gaming again and writing some more. I have lots of plans and ideas and I'll be posting my ramblings on this blog again soon.
Thanks for reading and thanks so much for your patience.
Paul
