Last week I received a letter from the NHS to ask if I would take part in a COVID survey. It entailed registering on the website so that they could send me a “take-at-home” test. Being the decent human I am I signed up for the test. What could go wrong?
I received the test kit and full instructions on Monday. I booked the courier per the instructions for Tuesday morning and then, again following the instructions, I administered the test before 0800 on the day of collection.
Let me tell you, it’s probably the worst thing I have voluntarily put myself through.
The instructions tell you to touch your tonsils with the test probe, ten times on either side. You then have to stick the damned thing up your nose and an inch and a half and effectively wiggle it about for 15 seconds.
Well, in short order, two things happened:
- I wretched so hard from touching my tonsils that I pulled a muscle in my right shoulder blade. Until this point I had never understood why some people hate fellatio on men. I will say no more about that bit!
- My sinuses and eyes let go. Of everything. I spent about 45 minutes with tissues effectively stuck up my nose or in my eyes trying to catch the torrent of mucus and tears that decided to evacuate my body.
If you have ever had something touch your tonsils then you will understand the wretching. Remember, 10 times on either side of the dangly appendage.
I pulled the muscle so hard that on Tuesday it hurt to breathe hard. Wednesday I could barely move and paracetamol only dulled the stabbing to a mere ache. Today I can function with only pain to breathe. I have taken more paracetamol. Thankfully I am working from home with little need to move. If I were on site I am not sure I would be able to cope.
I will certainly not be running for a few days. That’s gonna hurt my mileage for the month but there’s no way that I could cope with the impact.
I now await the results of my test which will, apparently, take about a week.
Would I do the test again if required? Abso-fucking-lutely.