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  1. Crab Lungs

    Coronavirus

    Because they're selfish, morally bankrupt d1ckheads.
  2. Thank you. I'm giving Fraser Forster and Angus Gunn a good 7-10 days as I'm still gasping a bit when I go up/down the stairs and I don't want to jinx myself.
  3. He's the sort of person who'd refuse to take a wage cut in times like this. In fact, I bet he already has.
  4. Crab Lungs

    Coronavirus

    Thanks Lighthouse... This definitely had a bit more ooomph than any flu I've ever had, that's for sure... and you're most definitely right about the cigarettes! I genuinely don't even crave for one any more :-)
  5. Crab Lungs

    Coronavirus

    Firstly, I want to say thank you to all your for your best wishes. I was definitely one of those people who viewed things like this as something that would happen elsewhere, to someone else - never did I think that I could be impacted by this. Not out of the woods yet as only on Day 9... still a bit gaspy (which is a horrible, horrible feeling) and fatigued but generally so much better. There is an option for me to order a test on Monday to the tune of £120, which I'll probably do. I'll report back to let you know if I've joined the herd. Hahaha... well, after this 'experience', it kind of puts my petty feuds on here about certain players into perspective. I'm definitely going to try and be a bit more measured from hereon. Literally the best thing about this virus (if it is that, as it has not been confirmed) is that I've gone completely cold turkey on cigarettes for a solid week now. I used to love a chuff. To say I've had very Crabby lungs would be an understatement... Once again, thank you all for your kind words. Please, please stay safe.
  6. Crab Lungs

    Coronavirus

    Well, I've just been through hell and I don't think it's a coicidence. Prior to any of the serious sh1t going down, I was a bit iffy for about 3-4 days. Nothing to stop you from working; sore throat, a very mild headache and a runny nose. I was getting a bit of nausea in the mornings, but thought nothing of it. With all the hysteria around and knowing my family could worry, I'd text them that week and told them I would do their shopping for them. I would run the errands. I'm a fairly fit, capable young man and I don't want them exposed to whatever this virus was or is. That was my primary concern... it haunted my thoughts. A mild cold. Sniffles. A strange headache. I can go on, I'm only about 75% but I can function, I thought. That was until around 2pm last Wednesday, when all of a sudden all the energy just drained out of me. The most notable feeling I had was if I had a sack of rocks on my back that I was carrying around. I was developing a fever and by the time I got home from work, my entire body felt as if it was on fire. Every muscle, every joint hurt. Within 3 hours, I was completely wiped out. Rationally, in my mind, I knew something was sinister, something was wrong but I tried to tell myself it wasn't and that I could sleep it off. Well, sleeping it off didn't work. I awoke, shaking, shivering but unable to move because of the pain and fatigue. Every sinew was aching, every muscle felt as if it was on fire - yet my entire body was shaking, uncontrollably, with extreme cold. I stayed up the remainder of the night torturing myself over Google with 'Coronavirus vs Flu vs Cold' symptoms spreadsheets, none of which shed any light as to what I was suffering with. I prayed for flu, obviously. Eventually, as I lurched into day 2 I fell into a fitful sleep. And that's where I remained all day, sipping water, shivering, trembling and sporadically responding to my work colleagues. The exhaustion was unreal. I managed to make myself some soup and toast in the evening, then straight back to bed. Day 3, I felt ever so slightly better. I had a shower, pottered around and despite the aches, pains and general fatigue, I could get about. I turned off all news notifications on mobile so I wouldn't hear anything about the Coronavirus. I muted most of my Whatsapp conversations. I felt better, but I didn't want to read about covid-19 or talk to anyone. Messages were mounting up and as I went to bed, a new symptom had appeared; nasal congestion... 2am, Day 4. I'd not slept long before I was up with the worst chills and burning up I'd ever experienced. Then, a rush to the toilet.... great, the sh1ts as well now. After peeling myself from the toilet, I went to the lounge. I writhed on the sofa, my finger hovering over dialling 111. "Nah" I thought "I don't want to overburden them and I haven't coughed of felt a shortness of breath yet". The rest of the day was another write-off though. Napping, water, minimal food. Friends and family dropped rounds supplies. One of my friends commented on how white I looked, which was alarming. I continued to put a brave face and tell them 'Ah, it's probably just the flu". They were unconvinced, as was I. Day 5. This is when I first noticed the intermittent gasps for air. Not frequent or uncomfortable enough to worry about - they were just there. In my mind though, I started to panic. My sore throat had returned. Nausea was prevelant. The fatigue was still all-encompassing and now I would try and grab air through my mouth. I reasoned with myself that it was probably just anxiety and I tried some breathing exercises; it appered to work for a bit and then it was either getting worse, or I was forgetting to breathe properly. I spent the entire evening and early morning trying breathing exercises, opening the window to gasp some air and walking around to stave off the dizziness and fear. Brain fog. Urrrrghhhhhh. Day 6. Exhausted after the 'anxiety' attack, I napped and tried to watch tv. Diarrohrea had returned. I couldn't lie down properly without gulping and gasping for air and by now, my laboured breathing was starting to affect my muscles around the top half of my body. They were aching and made breathing painful. I held off on 111, I'll be ok. I'm eating a bit better, but I reckon I've been doing at least 5l of water day. Whenever I feel the fever kicking in again, I'd pop another paracetomol which seemed to stave it off. Trying to sleep now was a complete chore; I'd literally have to wait around reading news articles on my phone until I fell asleep exhausted as breathing felt so difficult. I woke up through the night consistently, often trying to suck some air in. I got up, I walked around, literally stumbling and bouncing off walls until I the dizziness went away. Then back to bed. Then up again. This was awful. I'm wondering how my parents would cope with this again, especially as they are in the vulnerable category. Day 7, yesterday. Finally, with my breathing worse than it ever was and barely able to choke a few words out, I called 111. The kind voiced chap on the other hand listened to my story through my pauses for air. My voice was trembling and I was asking him what I should do next. "Well, you haven't had a cough" he reasoned. Not very comforted, I pressed on "Yes, but I can't breathe, I've tried breathing exercises, I tried to tell myself it was anxiety but I don't think it is..." "Ride it out, take some paracetomol and see how you are in 48 hours" was the response. All hope died then, but thankfully, I didn't. I got off the phone and paced about. I opened all the windows. I laid down and tried breathing exercises. I hunched over, I leaned on my side, I put my arms in the air... I tried everything until finally, I collapsed onto the bed and just gave up. I fell asleep, once again, through exhaustion. My whole chest and midriff hurt. If I die, I die... Day 8. Gaaaaaasp as I woke up .. but I feel ok. I'm tired, but I feel ok. Gasp. OK, that's still there but I'm feeling a bit better. I get up, shower. Tidy up the enitrety of the house. I still stop and grab a half gallon of air every now and then, but I feel.... 70% normal. I turn on the computer which was on standby. The previous evening, I'd made a list of things I needed to remember and few things to look forward to, kinda like a gratitude list I suppose. It's stupid - but it I'll post what I wrote down anyway; REMEMBER! you cant not breathe - brain stem this will pass - and soon WHAT TO LOOK FORWARD TO: a clear head fresh air walk seeing friends and family being able to help others ozark fri 27 stid wed 1 So silly it would seem. However, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the past few days have been nothing but exhausting, terrifying and most of all, priority re-aligning. I'm on day 8 and I'm struggling to breathe a bit but it is abating. The thing is, I don't know if I've got it but apart from the cough (which started about day 5, but was not hacking or continuous or pronounced- just a slight tickle in the morning once or twice), this has been f()cking hell to live through. Not just has it been physically torturing but mentally as well. You have to do it on your own. My friends and family have been fantastic but for over a week, this has been something I wouldn't wish upon a mortal enemy. I'm staying in for another few days just to be sure. The thing is with this is that it seems to get better before it gets worse again. I seemed to have 1-2 false dawns where I'd perk up, only for my hlealth to completely nosedive off a cliff again. It's hard to emphasise how much I appreciate just the simple things like being able to breathe in fresh air or simply do household chores. When I've considered myself 'tired' before I've never truly been that tired compared to this. I will get a test once they are available but whatever I've just had, it has made living or simply existing a f()cking chore. I'm feeling alot better than I was but I'm keeping my guard up as this virus, if that's what it is, does like to spring surpises. I hope you all stay safe and healthy. I'm not one for hashtags but #F()CKCOVID19
  7. He is such a massive c()nt its unreal. Cant wait for you to f()ck off.
  8. If the season is awarded to Liverpool, no doubt their fans will have an open top parade and the scousers will act defiantly by going out in their thousands to celebrate. Then when they end up transmitting the virus to their families will blame the government for not cancelling the league.
  9. It was. We have to trust the judgment of people who are experts in their fields, but yes, they could be wrong. Rather that than listen to some permanently outraged lgbt climate change activist sh1tting their pants, whining about everything with zero concept of real working life or real life problems other than their own pathetic, selfish indulgences.
  10. Summed it up in a paragraph, thank you. My skin crawls every time I see or hear the odious Beth Rigby offer her view on anything. So embarrassing to see so many people challenge these genuinely knowledgeable and talented professionals, with years of experience on what they’re recommending.
  11. Idiots. Constant whining, point scoring and b1tching but never offering genuine solutions. Talking of which, some of the cr4p on Twitter about how the Tory government genuinely wanted this to happen is laughable... but symptomatic of how cursed and vile their thought processes are. A lot of people talking about creating civil disobedience by going to work ill etc... On a personal level, I think our response has been proportionate and fair. This is a marathon, quite obviously, so I get why they’re managing it like they are.
  12. The vitriolic lefty weirdos on here should honestly just stick to twitter. Whine, whine, whine, b1tch, b1tch, b1tch... but never a solution. Government is damned if they do, damned if they don’t - but don’t let your twisted, one sided view points get in the way of some good old political point scoring. Ughhhhhhhh...
  13. Yep, Mane and Tadic definitely were, 100% I believe Pelle was a Koeman choice... and not a bad one at that.
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