I was pondering on how long my Covid and Long Covid journey has been, it’s completely crazy that in April it will be my year anniversary of first becoming ill with it.

I wish that I could say that it’s been easy, that I felt looked after by the government and we both received the emotional support that we needed. However I can’t because they didn’t.

Lets start with following government advice that left me not receiving the medical help that I needed. Back then the advice given was to stay at home and phone 111 for advice. I did this and the phone operators over at 111 didn’t have a clue what to do with me.

Looking back I should have gone to the hospital but I didn’t because I was told to stay at home and coupled with the fact that I didn’t want to infect anyone and I had no one to care for my daughter left me stuck in bed at home.

Whilst I was in bed unable to get up and take care of my daughter she was sat downstairs worrying about my health and praying that I would get well again. She brought me drinks, checked if I was ok and she became my nurse.

Sadly I developed pneumonia and pleurisy as a result of having Covid 19 and I had to see a doctor. I had no choice, I was really struggling. I was given an appointment at my local covid clinic where they diagnosed me and started me on my first course of antibiotics.

I should have gone to the hospital in the first place.

I can’t remember how many courses of antibiotics to treat the above that I have taken. It took a long time to shift and resulted in me being admitted into hospital at last because I should have gone there in the first place. I didn’t because I was following government advice.

Whist I’m a lot better than I was, I’m still struggling with fatigue and breathlessness but I’ve come a long way from where I was. Because my daughter is doing her school work at home she isn’t bringing any viruses home with her. Before this I’m sure that I was rebounding because she was bringing said viruses home with her.

Being a single parent isn’t easy when you’re well and its even harder when you’re not well with a highly contagious virus. No one is allowed anyone to come and help you either because you’re contagious. Everything is a struggle and you have to put a brave face on for your children because you don’t want to worry them.

No one is talking about this and I think that the public assume that support is out there and no one is left on their own. I often wonder how many people and single parents have died as a result of becoming ill with Covid 19, forced to stay at home and unable to go to the hospital because there was no one to look after their children.

Government ‘advice’ has always been poor, thats if you can call it advice in the first place. It was more like lets ignore everyone thats ill because we have to ensure that the economy comes first. We only have to see how long it took the government to shut the schools, even though they’re still not fully shut.

To evidence this you only have to look at the supposed government press conferences to see this. They’ve never given up on their herd immunity plans. Thousands of people have died and will continue to die as a result of their incompetence.

Every day people are dying and the public are becoming normalised to it. The government certainly doesn’t care so why should we many would say.

Personally the deaths of thousands of people never leaves my thoughts. It could have been so different if we had followed New Zealand’s example. Thousands of people wouldn’t have died and the economy would be on its way to returning back to normal.

Meanwhile I’ve got to do everything in my power to get well again, to awaken my brain from its slumber and to free it of the brain fog thats been plaguing me for months.

Yesterday I set myself the task of tidying my bedroom. This is the room where I spent most of my time so I had to tackle it and make it nice again. I did my best and its much better but not perfect. I’m not expecting perfection but it’s frustrating that I’ve not been able to do this before. Still, I was proud of myself for doing it.

When you’re recovering from an illness like this it’s important to set yourself little goals not massive ones. If you fail to do this then it results in disappointment.

I do realise that I’m so lucky to have survived but I won’t stop telling people about the truth about our situations. You can feel grateful and campaign for the rights of others at the same time.

My heart goes out to everyone that has died, to their families, friends and work colleagues. It must be extremely hard to be grieving whilst themselves trying to stay safe.

My thoughts got to every single person forced to work through the pandemic, putting their life’s at risk everyday.

Financially the government has knowingly left so many people in poverty that many haven’t experienced before. Applying for Universal Credit isn’t easy and its obscene that the government hasn’t scrapped the five week waiting time for a claim to be processed. They love to make people suffer.

I won’t apologise for writing about this again because it has changed my life as it has for thousands of other people. We can get through this and one day we will be able to return to ‘normal’ whatever that means for us.

I’ll end it here but please read, share, tweet and email my blog. This does make a difference and it means the world to me.

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Financially Covid 19 has destroyed me. I can’t just go to the shops because most days I’m not up to it and I’m also scared of becoming ill again. Every penny helps.

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