2020 was meant to be the year I got back on my feet
I know we're are lucky to be in our houses but I spent a lot of last year and pretty much all of 2018 in bed recovering from chemo. It's like de ja vu in a weird sort of way. Not to mention I am once again scared shitless that if I haven't already had this (which I think there's a decent chance I have) it's still in the back of my mind that there's something going round that could kill me very easily seeing as I'm one of the 1.5 million "vulnerable". Fear of death changes you in unimaginable ways, if anything good comes from this it should be that everyone gains some empathy, patience and more kindness for others.
On a positive note, the job I applied for got in touch yesterday, and I was successful, however they are postponing recruitment until this is all over to protect people from becoming poorly. So, at least I know I have a new career waiting for me at the end of this, just something that is keeping me going.