Corona Virus: How Are We Doing?

[fossyant]

Exercise is allowed. One person calls it training, another person calls it exercise. Same thing.

I don't go out for a pootle and spend hours pottering about. I go out for around an hour, and make that hour pay, and usually early or late and absolutely no risks being taken. No car, no gnar, not far.

Unlike the 6 young lads pottering along the canal on MTB's earlier this week.

 

[Julia9054]

I don't go out for a pootle and spend hours pottering about. I go out for around an hour, and make that hour pay, and usually early or late and absolutely no risks being taken. No car, no gnar, not far.

Unlike the 6 young lads pottering along the canal on MTB's earlier this week.

My distinction between the two would be that exercise is maintaining or improving someone’s fitness level (cardio, strength or flexibility or a combination of the three) Depending on starting level of fitness, for some this could include going out on the bike for a pootle.
Training includes the above but also involves working on improving some aspect of technique.
How long someone does either for is not defined under any government rules. I am certainly not going to fall into the “what I do is reasonable, everyone else is taking the p!ss“ trap.

 

[MrGrumpy]

I totally agree that exercise is allowed, but we have read on here in numerous posts about people who are doing rides of 20, 30, 40, 50 or more miles a day, now they are taking the proverbial.
I have also read on here about numerous people who are taking this issue as seriously as we are, but hey ho, in all walks of life there are always going to be those idiots that don't think the restrictions apply to them!!

16 mile each way by bicycle on my commute, granted I`m not doing that every day like I used to ?? My bug bear is that my normal commute route is now busier than ever with people doing their 1hr of exercise. Anyway that is another issue we just have to get used to !

 

[roubaixtuesday]

Where did you get that guidance from, @roubaixtuesday? Shame the woman arrested for meditating by a lake in Richmond-on-Thames didn't read it.

It's the College of Policing. Was widely publicised a few days ago.

 

[Mr Celine]

It makes my blood boil when I here cyclists saying they are out training................. now come on for heavens sake, be responsible and observe the full meaning of the laws of our land!
You might think you are safe, you might think you aren't endangering anyone, but what happens if you have an accident, what happens if you unfortunately ride into a pothole and go base over apex into the road smashing yourself up good and proper in the process. Then because of your selfish exercising at least 1 or more police cars would have to come out to you along with at least one paramedic and then an ambulance and all because you, you selfish 'B' were only doing a bit of exercise on your bike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Boring as it is, we are doing all of our exercise on our turbo trainers in our own back garden, endangering absolutely no one.

Cycling isn't dangerous.
HTH.

 

[roubaixtuesday]

Where did you get that guidance from, @roubaixtuesday? Shame the woman arrested for meditating by a lake in Richmond-on-Thames didn't read it.

link

https://www.college.police.uk/What-we-do/COVID-19/Documents/What-constitutes-a-reasonable-excuse.pdf

 

[cyberknight]

Neice left her job last year to go on a trip around asia for 3-4 months, ohh to be young and single
She went back to my sisters to look for a local job and has been offererd a job back in her old lab with better pay and accomodation in student digs testing covid 19 samples

 

[winjim]

Oh goody, after a full week back at work I'm off home to quarantine again. At least I'll get tested this time, for what it's worth.

Righto, I'm off to get a swab stuck up my nose. Wish me luck.

 

[SpokeyDokey]

Grrrr!

More SBRR £10k grant relief rollocks:

Daughter of multi-millionaire (he bankrolls it) runs a very small 'vanity project' art gallery that apparently makes not a dime - gets £10k Gov' grant.

Tennent of a small business that is closing down (retiring) along with terminating the small property lease in 2 weeks time - gets £10k Gov' grant.

That's five I know of who are an embarrassment to themselves and then there's this lot too:

https://www.ft.com/content/53a1d365-0eb5-4622-bff3-1e893672260b

NB: I'm ok with the grant for the real businesses in need but this is a disgracefully badly thought out scheme imo.

 

[gaijintendo]

My father died a week ago from the virus. I thought I would give a rough description of his last week weeks.

Around the 1st day he was feeling a little run-down, with a percussive double-cough which he couldn't suppress.

In three days he was suffering pretty much the onset of a fairly bad bout of the flu. He had managed to cough less, but had sore throats, bad tummy trouble. His sense of taste was fading fast away.

By the 7th day he was pretty much floored. All google searching and emails stopped then. At night he was sweating blankets sodden. He had lost his appetite and couldn't swallow or drink enough calories. That lasted three nights.

We got excited because he hadn't had a super sweaty night. He even claimed he thought he could taste the coffee a bit better. At this point my mother improved, but dad worsened.

He had taken to controlling his breathing to suppress what he thought would be exhausting coughs. I suspect this was him having trouble breathing, but he believed he was managing his recovery. But all evidence suggests he was struggling more than he was letting on, reading his flamboyant writing, now a scrawl.

However he started to have cognitive difficulties due to a dropping spO2 level. He went to the Out of Hours on the 12th day.

We thought he was saved. He perked up immediately. But the virus was doing its thing, destroying his lungs initially.

Oxygen mask -> CPAP Machine -> Ventilator.

Following that was two weeks of decline, some improvement, some more decline.

Kidneys failed first, and dialysis was unreliable due to clotting and fluid issues. Then heart had problems due to fluids and electrolyte problems.

They got over most of that, but the damage didn't really come under control and he was lost to us on the 30th day, despite the best possible care.

He was flying about the place two weeks prior to getting sick, and he probably caught it trying to get the loo rolls everyone thought they were missing out on. A man who was utterly full of mischief, and fun - chasing his grandchildren on long walks over Christmas.

And what an education on grief.

I couldn't comfort my mum in person during her recovery. By the time I was able to visit, he was two days from death. If she had held his hand during his final moments which is a privilege she was offered having contracted it at the same time , she'd have had to see out two more weeks of quarantine without hugs and support she so much required. They sent the sad evidence on the NHS system, after 4 days of pictures of him looking great on a ventilator, but sadly he wasn't making the recovery we so desperately needed.

And as for the funeral - understated for such a loved and flamboyant man. His eldest son unable to attend from overseas. Me managing the affairs as best I can.

I think this is the longest I have been without crying.

I never understood grief before. I have felt loss, I have understood other's pain when I have seen it in a very superficial way, I now see. I didn't know pain like this in my blessed life so far.

Please stay safe. This virus doesn't really care. I think it shaved at least ten good years and however many bad off that man's life.

Thank you to the NHS team in Lanarkshire for doing an incredible job, at this unreal time. God bless them all.

 

[Bazzer]

My father died a week ago from the virus. I thought I would give a rough description of his last week weeks.

Around the 1st day he was feeling a little run-down, with a percussive double-cough which he couldn't suppress.

In three days he was suffering pretty much the onset of a fairly bad bout of the flu. He had managed to cough less, but had sore throats, bad tummy trouble. His sense of taste was fading fast away.

By the 7th day he was pretty much floored. All google searching and emails stopped then. At night he was sweating blankets sodden. He had lost his appetite and couldn't swallow or drink enough calories. That lasted three nights.

We got excited because he hadn't had a super sweaty night. He even claimed he thought he could taste the coffee a bit better. At this point my mother improved, but dad worsened.

He had taken to controlling his breathing to suppress what he thought would be exhausting coughs. I suspect this was him having trouble breathing, but he believed he was managing his recovery. But all evidence suggests he was struggling more than he was letting on, reading his flamboyant writing, now a scrawl.

However he started to have cognitive difficulties due to a dropping spO2 level. He went to the Out of Hours on the 12th day.

We thought he was saved. He perked up immediately. But the virus was doing its thing, destroying his lungs initially.

Oxygen mask -> CPAP Machine -> Ventilator.

Following that was two weeks of decline, some improvement, some more decline.

Kidneys failed first, and dialysis was unreliable due to clotting and fluid issues. Then heart had problems due to fluids and electrolyte problems.

They got over most of that, but the damage didn't really come under control and he was lost to us on the 30th day, despite the best possible care.

He was flying about the place two weeks prior to getting sick, and he probably caught it trying to get the loo rolls everyone thought they were missing out on. A man who was utterly full of mischief, and fun - chasing his grandchildren on long walks over Christmas.

And what an education on grief.

I couldn't comfort my mum in person during her recovery. By the time I was able to visit, he was two days from death. If she had held his hand during his final moments which is a privilege she was offered having contracted it at the same time , she'd have had to see out two more weeks of quarantine without hugs and support she so much required. They sent the sad evidence on the NHS system, after 4 days of pictures of him looking great on a ventilator, but sadly he wasn't making the recovery we so desperately needed.

And as for the funeral - understated for such a loved and flamboyant man. His eldest son unable to attend from overseas. Me managing the affairs as best I can.

I think this is the longest I have been without crying.

I never understood grief before. I have felt loss, I have understood other's pain when I have seen it in a very superficial way, I now see. I didn't know pain like this in my blessed life so far.

Please stay safe. This virus doesn't really care. I think it shaved at least ten good years and however many bad off that man's life.

Thank you to the NHS team in Lanarkshire for doing an incredible job, at this unreal time. God bless them all.

So sorry for your loss. The loss is bad enough, without having also to cope with the restrictions imposed by the virus.

 

[winjim]

My father died a week ago from the virus. I thought I would give a rough description of his last week weeks.

Around the 1st day he was feeling a little run-down, with a percussive double-cough which he couldn't suppress.

In three days he was suffering pretty much the onset of a fairly bad bout of the flu. He had managed to cough less, but had sore throats, bad tummy trouble. His sense of taste was fading fast away.

By the 7th day he was pretty much floored. All google searching and emails stopped then. At night he was sweating blankets sodden. He had lost his appetite and couldn't swallow or drink enough calories. That lasted three nights.

We got excited because he hadn't had a super sweaty night. He even claimed he thought he could taste the coffee a bit better. At this point my mother improved, but dad worsened.

He had taken to controlling his breathing to suppress what he thought would be exhausting coughs. I suspect this was him having trouble breathing, but he believed he was managing his recovery. But all evidence suggests he was struggling more than he was letting on, reading his flamboyant writing, now a scrawl.

However he started to have cognitive difficulties due to a dropping spO2 level. He went to the Out of Hours on the 12th day.

We thought he was saved. He perked up immediately. But the virus was doing its thing, destroying his lungs initially.

Oxygen mask -> CPAP Machine -> Ventilator.

Following that was two weeks of decline, some improvement, some more decline.

Kidneys failed first, and dialysis was unreliable due to clotting and fluid issues. Then heart had problems due to fluids and electrolyte problems.

They got over most of that, but the damage didn't really come under control and he was lost to us on the 30th day, despite the best possible care.

He was flying about the place two weeks prior to getting sick, and he probably caught it trying to get the loo rolls everyone thought they were missing out on. A man who was utterly full of mischief, and fun - chasing his grandchildren on long walks over Christmas.

And what an education on grief.

I couldn't comfort my mum in person during her recovery. By the time I was able to visit, he was two days from death. If she had held his hand during his final moments which is a privilege she was offered having contracted it at the same time , she'd have had to see out two more weeks of quarantine without hugs and support she so much required. They sent the sad evidence on the NHS system, after 4 days of pictures of him looking great on a ventilator, but sadly he wasn't making the recovery we so desperately needed.

And as for the funeral - understated for such a loved and flamboyant man. His eldest son unable to attend from overseas. Me managing the affairs as best I can.

I think this is the longest I have been without crying.

I never understood grief before. I have felt loss, I have understood other's pain when I have seen it in a very superficial way, I now see. I didn't know pain like this in my blessed life so far.

Please stay safe. This virus doesn't really care. I think it shaved at least ten good years and however many bad off that man's life.

Thank you to the NHS team in Lanarkshire for doing an incredible job, at this unreal time. God bless them all.

So sorry to hear that.

 

[Rocky]

My father died a week ago from the virus. I thought I would give a rough description of his last week weeks.

Around the 1st day he was feeling a little run-down, with a percussive double-cough which he couldn't suppress.

In three days he was suffering pretty much the onset of a fairly bad bout of the flu. He had managed to cough less, but had sore throats, bad tummy trouble. His sense of taste was fading fast away.

By the 7th day he was pretty much floored. All google searching and emails stopped then. At night he was sweating blankets sodden. He had lost his appetite and couldn't swallow or drink enough calories. That lasted three nights.

We got excited because he hadn't had a super sweaty night. He even claimed he thought he could taste the coffee a bit better. At this point my mother improved, but dad worsened.

He had taken to controlling his breathing to suppress what he thought would be exhausting coughs. I suspect this was him having trouble breathing, but he believed he was managing his recovery. But all evidence suggests he was struggling more than he was letting on, reading his flamboyant writing, now a scrawl.

However he started to have cognitive difficulties due to a dropping spO2 level. He went to the Out of Hours on the 12th day.

We thought he was saved. He perked up immediately. But the virus was doing its thing, destroying his lungs initially.

Oxygen mask -> CPAP Machine -> Ventilator.

Following that was two weeks of decline, some improvement, some more decline.

Kidneys failed first, and dialysis was unreliable due to clotting and fluid issues. Then heart had problems due to fluids and electrolyte problems.

They got over most of that, but the damage didn't really come under control and he was lost to us on the 30th day, despite the best possible care.

He was flying about the place two weeks prior to getting sick, and he probably caught it trying to get the loo rolls everyone thought they were missing out on. A man who was utterly full of mischief, and fun - chasing his grandchildren on long walks over Christmas.

And what an education on grief.

I couldn't comfort my mum in person during her recovery. By the time I was able to visit, he was two days from death. If she had held his hand during his final moments which is a privilege she was offered having contracted it at the same time , she'd have had to see out two more weeks of quarantine without hugs and support she so much required. They sent the sad evidence on the NHS system, after 4 days of pictures of him looking great on a ventilator, but sadly he wasn't making the recovery we so desperately needed.

And as for the funeral - understated for such a loved and flamboyant man. His eldest son unable to attend from overseas. Me managing the affairs as best I can.

I think this is the longest I have been without crying.

I never understood grief before. I have felt loss, I have understood other's pain when I have seen it in a very superficial way, I now see. I didn't know pain like this in my blessed life so far.

Please stay safe. This virus doesn't really care. I think it shaved at least ten good years and however many bad off that man's life.

Thank you to the NHS team in Lanarkshire for doing an incredible job, at this unreal time. God bless them all.

I’m really sorry to hear of your loss. My thoughts are with you and your family.

 

[Andy in Germany]

My father died a week ago from the virus. I thought I would give a rough description of his last week weeks.

Around the 1st day he was feeling a little run-down, with a percussive double-cough which he couldn't suppress.

In three days he was suffering pretty much the onset of a fairly bad bout of the flu. He had managed to cough less, but had sore throats, bad tummy trouble. His sense of taste was fading fast away.

By the 7th day he was pretty much floored. All google searching and emails stopped then. At night he was sweating blankets sodden. He had lost his appetite and couldn't swallow or drink enough calories. That lasted three nights.

We got excited because he hadn't had a super sweaty night. He even claimed he thought he could taste the coffee a bit better. At this point my mother improved, but dad worsened.

He had taken to controlling his breathing to suppress what he thought would be exhausting coughs. I suspect this was him having trouble breathing, but he believed he was managing his recovery. But all evidence suggests he was struggling more than he was letting on, reading his flamboyant writing, now a scrawl.

However he started to have cognitive difficulties due to a dropping spO2 level. He went to the Out of Hours on the 12th day.

We thought he was saved. He perked up immediately. But the virus was doing its thing, destroying his lungs initially.

Oxygen mask -> CPAP Machine -> Ventilator.

Following that was two weeks of decline, some improvement, some more decline.

Kidneys failed first, and dialysis was unreliable due to clotting and fluid issues. Then heart had problems due to fluids and electrolyte problems.

They got over most of that, but the damage didn't really come under control and he was lost to us on the 30th day, despite the best possible care.

He was flying about the place two weeks prior to getting sick, and he probably caught it trying to get the loo rolls everyone thought they were missing out on. A man who was utterly full of mischief, and fun - chasing his grandchildren on long walks over Christmas.

And what an education on grief.

I couldn't comfort my mum in person during her recovery. By the time I was able to visit, he was two days from death. If she had held his hand during his final moments which is a privilege she was offered having contracted it at the same time , she'd have had to see out two more weeks of quarantine without hugs and support she so much required. They sent the sad evidence on the NHS system, after 4 days of pictures of him looking great on a ventilator, but sadly he wasn't making the recovery we so desperately needed.

And as for the funeral - understated for such a loved and flamboyant man. His eldest son unable to attend from overseas. Me managing the affairs as best I can.

I think this is the longest I have been without crying.

I never understood grief before. I have felt loss, I have understood other's pain when I have seen it in a very superficial way, I now see. I didn't know pain like this in my blessed life so far.

Please stay safe. This virus doesn't really care. I think it shaved at least ten good years and however many bad off that man's life.

Thank you to the NHS team in Lanarkshire for doing an incredible job, at this unreal time. God bless them all.

Not much to say except that I'm sorry for your loss and thinking of you.

 

[Rickshaw Phil]

My father died a week ago from the virus. I thought I would give a rough description of his last week weeks.

Around the 1st day he was feeling a little run-down, with a percussive double-cough which he couldn't suppress.

In three days he was suffering pretty much the onset of a fairly bad bout of the flu. He had managed to cough less, but had sore throats, bad tummy trouble. His sense of taste was fading fast away.

By the 7th day he was pretty much floored. All google searching and emails stopped then. At night he was sweating blankets sodden. He had lost his appetite and couldn't swallow or drink enough calories. That lasted three nights.

We got excited because he hadn't had a super sweaty night. He even claimed he thought he could taste the coffee a bit better. At this point my mother improved, but dad worsened.

He had taken to controlling his breathing to suppress what he thought would be exhausting coughs. I suspect this was him having trouble breathing, but he believed he was managing his recovery. But all evidence suggests he was struggling more than he was letting on, reading his flamboyant writing, now a scrawl.

However he started to have cognitive difficulties due to a dropping spO2 level. He went to the Out of Hours on the 12th day.

We thought he was saved. He perked up immediately. But the virus was doing its thing, destroying his lungs initially.

Oxygen mask -> CPAP Machine -> Ventilator.

Following that was two weeks of decline, some improvement, some more decline.

Kidneys failed first, and dialysis was unreliable due to clotting and fluid issues. Then heart had problems due to fluids and electrolyte problems.

They got over most of that, but the damage didn't really come under control and he was lost to us on the 30th day, despite the best possible care.

He was flying about the place two weeks prior to getting sick, and he probably caught it trying to get the loo rolls everyone thought they were missing out on. A man who was utterly full of mischief, and fun - chasing his grandchildren on long walks over Christmas.

And what an education on grief.

I couldn't comfort my mum in person during her recovery. By the time I was able to visit, he was two days from death. If she had held his hand during his final moments which is a privilege she was offered having contracted it at the same time , she'd have had to see out two more weeks of quarantine without hugs and support she so much required. They sent the sad evidence on the NHS system, after 4 days of pictures of him looking great on a ventilator, but sadly he wasn't making the recovery we so desperately needed.

And as for the funeral - understated for such a loved and flamboyant man. His eldest son unable to attend from overseas. Me managing the affairs as best I can.

I think this is the longest I have been without crying.

I never understood grief before. I have felt loss, I have understood other's pain when I have seen it in a very superficial way, I now see. I didn't know pain like this in my blessed life so far.

Please stay safe. This virus doesn't really care. I think it shaved at least ten good years and however many bad off that man's life.

Thank you to the NHS team in Lanarkshire for doing an incredible job, at this unreal time. God bless them all.

I'm so sorry to hear this. My condolences to you and your family for your loss.