My son’s Covid test stoicism put my fear of discomfort to shame
3 years, 8 months ago

My son’s Covid test stoicism put my fear of discomfort to shame

The Independent  

At the age of 28 I discovered a cure for hypochondria: I married a nurse. At about 9pm the consultant said he hoped to operate that night, but that he wouldn’t if it got beyond 11 o’clock: “I’m past my best when it gets towards midnight!” he joked. I’d found it almost impossible to reach my tonsils without being sick, and had then given myself a nose bleed Yet for at least the next two years I obsessed about the possibility of the same thing happening again. “Yes,” he said, “you would think that wouldn’t you.” It was perhaps at this point that I knew I had to change. A cold, no doubt, but we knew we shouldn’t take any chances so the next morning we drove to a test site and nervously unwrapped the swab stick.

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