The Daily Telegraph


- Richard Forsyth, 49, Wilt­shire Health

In March, my­self, my wife and my chil­dren, as well as my sis­ter and her hus­band all de­vel­oped the typ­i­cal Covid symp­toms. There were the fevers, the lack of taste and smell, black eyes like you had been punched in the face, cough­ing and, as my wife put it: “It’s like you for­get how to breathe.”

Nu­mer­ous 111 calls, dashes to Covid units, X-rays and paramedics later, we all crawled our way through to the other side.

Or so we had hoped. My sis­ter has been left in­tense lung pains and now has asthma, of­ten go­ing for a walk and later col­laps­ing in bed from the over­whelm­ing fa­tigue. My son has heart pal­pi­ta­tions and short­ness of breath. I have de­vel­oped clus­ter headaches, one of which the A&E doc­tor I had been rushed to first pre­sumed was a min­istroke.

We are learning that Covid lurks and rat­tles around. For months “af­ter” the ill­ness I could in­tensely smell earth in my si­nuses, like I was breath­ing in soil. But I was com­par­a­tively lucky, I felt, com­pared to my wife and sis­ter, who were rushed to hos­pi­tal.

The earthy smell has fi­nally gone but I still have phases where I don’t feel quite right: deep mus­cu­lar pains, strange smells that don’t make sense and over­whelm­ing fa­tigue. Maybe these lit­tle suf­fer­ings have noth­ing to do with that bat­ter­ing by Covid, but it feels in­stinc­tively like they are all part of its toll.

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