15 hours in bed and still I didn't want to get up; fucking ridiculous and a massive waste of time. It's not that I spent 15 hours sleeping, oh no.., maybe 2 hours max before I woke up. Thanks 'torn rotator cuff', you are not helping things at all.
I am probably 5 days in now, the worst day being the 20th of December when I had a headache from hell, alongside uncontrollable shivers.
Some Solpadol took care of the headache, now renamed Co-Codamol here in the UK for reasons unknown. I’m sure 60mg of Codeine isn’t doing me much good besides building an unhealthy addiction.
COVID is a strange virus in the sense that it gives false hope. You think it's on the way out and then suddenly hits you again in a different place. I have had a recursion of the shivers and the solution is simple. Get in bed and make sure it's warm.
As of now, I seem to be in remission again, and well enough to type this out. Doing a 'Tales of the Urban Explorer' could be more challenging. I'm sleeping badly; food seems unappetising, though I have kept my senses of smell and taste.
It couldn’t have come at a better time, and it wasn’t me being careless and picking my nose after handling a shopping trolley at the local supermarket. 
Everything seems like an effort, and bed seems more preferable to me here writing this.