Long Covid is going to be a problem. As with all things associated with Covid, it’s the sheer numbers of people affected that make it a problem. There are a million sufferers of Long Covid in the UK alone, four hundred thousand of whom have been suffering for more than a year. It’ll be worse in other parts of the world, where the virus has been largely allowed to run free. Mexico springs to mind.
I’ve no personal experience of Long Covid, but I do have first hand experience of Long Mystery Virus. It’s not pleasant. Nor is it terribly unusual for a person to be left physically damaged by a virus. I was quite unwell for three months after my 2019 infection. I remained not quite right for six or seven months, until sometime in August 2020 when I became quite unwell, yet again. Hospital visits followed, a diagnosis was dished out and it turned out that I shall live. Hurrah.
The long and short of my version of Long Mystery Virus is this: I’m now a bit lactose intolerant. I cannot put a cotton bud in my left ear without severe choking and gagging. Weird, huh? That ear was hit by the infection particularly badly. I take medication most days to calm my immune system, which is trying to eject parts of my innards. It’s likely I’ll need to take the medication for the rest of my life. Finally, the whole thing has turned me into a rather repetitive, whiny voice banging on about post-viral affliction.
The medication is pretty effective. Some days I’m back to normal. Most days, I have just a little discomfort. A few days each month, a few other symptoms appear. But I’ll live. People’s mileage with Long Covid will vary. Some will have it worse than others. My tennis partner has Long Covid. The worst symptom for him is that I now beat him, every time. Given his previous dominance, that must hurt, at least a little.
Once we have Long Covid under control, we should probably turn our attention to dealing with the dementia like after-effects of the other great disease of this decade. How will we deal with Long Trump?
The photo is of Branksome Park Tennis Club, where I am a member. The fees are a bargain £24 for the year. I won on this day 6-4, 6-2. Hurrah.
The Mexile 
I guess either I haven’t been very attentive or you kept it quiet, but I am so sorry you’re going through this. I have a good friend who a year on still has brain fog, balance issues and more after a mildish case.
Your attitude sounds good – optimistic and snarky, a good combo. Hang in there.
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In my case there was a plus point. The virus wrecked my lungs so thoroughly, I was forced to give up smoking. Long term, perhaps it could be argued that the virus extended my life. That’s the spin I’m putting on it.
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