There is a potential issue with some medical practices and the way vaccines are being deployed, and I have fallen foul of that massively. As stated, there is a set time to elapse before the booster jab can be given, and our medical practice in their wisdom have decided to do all those eligible for the flu jab at the same time, i.e. jab in each arm. I am due the booster around mid November, but we have normally had our flu jabs well before now.
We have just got back from three weeks in the Y. Dales, though yours truly only saw one week of it. At the end of week one, I went down with a genuine bout of flu, and lost the last two weeks completely. Indeed there are five full days that I cant remember. Going from a raging fever, high temp and the shivers one minute, to sweating and shaking, pounding head, blurred vision, every joint aching. This wasnt Covid19, we tested every 48 hours.
Before we went, I had heard reports of a viscious cold/flu bug that was unlike any other, and dismissed it, but my god, it hit me like a train. My wife went down two days before we came home, which left me shivering and aching, taking down a wet awning in torrential rain and high winds. Arriving home, when all I wanted to do was crawl into the duvet, I had to start drying the awning. Now 10 days after getting home, I am wheezing like a mortuary cat, weak as a kitten, and have no appetite whatsoever.
Over the years, many of you have heard me lament about the old caravanners and all being in it together. Two familes, youngish, around thirty travelling together with new first trip caravans got into a real mess both with awnings and levelling, and in torrential rain I went to help them get sorted. Packing on the last day, I was so weak, I was pulling out a peg and having to lean on the caravan wall for a rest each time, clearly struggling. Did they offer any help, did they hell. Im convinced if I had fallen flat on my face, out cold in the rain, they would have just sat and watched. The good old days are gone forever.