This post is unashamedly current, and I apologise.
About a month ago a friend posted me a link to Zoe, a research project investigating the symptoms of Covid-19. They were looking for volunteers make up a Big Data collection to help us all understand our new uninvited guest.
At the time, Government advice was basically ‘If you’ve got a sudden onset dry cough, and/or a high temperature, then you have got IT, and you must take yourself away from human company for seven days. Or possibly fourteen.’
I had just recovered from an evil little bout of sinus agony, accompanied by proper nausea (unusual for me) and the first high temperature I’d had in about forty years. For three days, all I could do was eat (very slowly), sleep, and sit up in bed to post to friends on Facebook.
As the Facebook friends comiserated about life in Lockdown it became apparent that there were fellow-sufferers out there, with a raft of weird symptoms like mine. Which meant that unless we were unlucky enough to have not one but two viruses floating around so late in the year (March had turned to April by then), we might all of us be fending-off the actual Rona.
And here’s the odd thing: all of us with the weird symptoms, but without the ‘dry cough’ and proper fever, were female.
This brought to mind a study, from several years back, about why so many women were dying of heart attacks. That is: more men than women have heart attacks, but once you’re a heart attack victim then being female meant you were far more likely to die. The study found that the ‘classic heart attack symptoms’ that everybody knows by rote (pain in chest shooting down left arm…) are often absent in women. We might just have a pain in the neck, or a headache and nausea, or blurred vision, and then fall over, with no-one any the wiser till after the autopsy.
Perhaps Covid-19 was the same.
I scrolled back to my friend’s post about Zoe, and signed up.
Zoe sends a message every day asking for a log of symptoms.
What’s the point, you may think, now my illness is over?
But Covid-19 is a virus, and like other viral diseases such as Glandular Fever (the cause of my high tempersture all those years ago) it hangs about. I found myself identifying with Paul Garner with his ‘Advent Calendar‘ of symptoms – an unwelcome new surprise for every day.
I got hangovers without drinking anything. I developed an irrational urge for siestas.
On V.E. Day weekend my heart kept jumping beats.
I sent it all to Zoe.
A week later – two days before they become publicly available – I was invited to a test.
I had to wait for the results – and so, I’m afraid, must you.