My illness in September of 2019 was quite the life changer. The after effects of the virus have left me on lifelong medication. It stopped me from smoking. And to be honest, it left me feeling older. I had blood taken three times in hospital and at the GPs to try and identify the culprit, but the tests came up blank. It was not one of the usual suspects, but that’s as much as could be said.
My symptoms matched with Covid. My lungs were wrecked. And by wrecked, I mean it was likely I had pneumonia. I had an elevated resting heart rate for six months. But whilst the commonalities between my illness and Covid were obvious, the same applies to quite a few viruses.
It’s also true to say that I’ve repeatedly shared poorly ventilated office space with both symptomatic and asymptomatic persons infected with Covid, and been the only one not to catch it. But I’ve always dismissed the idea that I had Covid in 2019.
If it were spreading in the UK in 2019, where were all the infected people, hospitalizations and deaths? There have been plenty of theories about the early spread of Covid from August 2019 onwards, but most of them have seemed either a little fishy or unable to account for the lack of victims. This week, I read an article which offered a reasonable suggestion as to why that might be.
It is possible that the original/early variants of Covid may not have been terribly transmissible. Nasty, and fatal for some. But not so transmissible. It would be left to later variants at the end of 2019 to deliver the society crushing transmissibility that has caused so much damage. That seems a reasonable suggestion to me. And if true, maybe I did have Covid. But we’ll never really know…