One of the self-imposed side-effects of having spent 7 hours or so in a hospital is that I felt that I was at risk of having contracted COVID-19. From stuff I've read, something like 20% of new cases are in the group of people who have just visited hospital without COVID and they catch it while they are there. I have therefore been in isolation for the past week in order to shield Dez, who of course is a kidney transplant recipient.
It could be a lot worse. I'm occupying the granny annexe so I have a sliding door to the garden where I can do a bit of hoeing, watering, weeding and just sitting (except it's been less comfortable out there this past week). I've got my computer, my phone, a landline, my ipad, and I deal with the nightcam every morning and mess around with videos of hedgehogs and foxes. I get waited on by Jan, who has drawn the short straw: under normal circumstances she prepares the veg and I do all the cooking but now she's lumbered with the lot, as well as waiting on me.
Curiously, the doctor who supervised my discharge told me (after having gone to ask someone else) to self-isolate for a week, but it seems to me that that is likely to be a sloppy relaxation of policy by this shyster government, so I'm planning to stay in isolation for another fortnight. The urgency of this will be lessened as Dez and Alex will start renting a house tomorrow so Jan and I will be just the two of us. We have been in that state for less than 4 years out of the 44 years that we have been married. I'm looking forward to that.
I have also been continuing to check my blood oxygen levels, blood pressure, pulse and temperature. Everything within bounds, although my pulse seems a bit low - mostly in the 50s. My temperature is always below 36°C as well.