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Yoga & Another case of Covid in my house


On Tuesday I went to my first ever yoga class. I did Pilates about 17 years ago and have done some of the Yoga with Adriene videos at home but I’ve never actually done a yoga class. I had seen the class advertised on a local Facebook group and got in touch with the teacher. I wasn’t sure if I would be well enough to do it as my body has become so deconditioned over the last couple of years. I explained about my illness and the teacher said that she would be able to adapt the exercises for me and that if at any point it I was tired or in pain I could just sit or lie on the mat. But having been out of hospital for less than a week I really didn’t know if I could do it and didn’t want to go alone. Luckily one of my friends agreed to go with me and that gave me confidence that if at any point it all got too much there was someone there to look after me.   

When we got there the church hall was dimly lit and she had 4 giant salt lamps which gave the room a lovely glow. The mats were arranged in a semi circle facing the teachers mat which felt less regimented than row after row of mats.

Photo taken from Yoga & Beyond Facebook group

I was really surprised by how much I was actually able to do. I thought I would spend at least half the class just watching but by listening to my body, adapting the exercises and resting when I needed to I got through the whole session. I’m determined to get my body in the best shape it can be in so that when I do eventually get a date for surgery my strength and stamina has been built up and I know I’ve done everything possible to have a good surgical outcome. After the hour long class there was a 15 minute meditation session. Again, something completely new to me and at first I found the chanting a little strange but when you’re in a room of like minded people and everyone is minding their own business and focusing on themselves then you don’t feel silly. And I’m proud to report that I did not fall asleep!

At the end of the meditating there was a chap who had brought along a nail board. It’s like a bed of nails but smaller and instead of lying on it you stand on it. He invited everyone to have a go and I thought ‘why not?’. I’ll tell you why not- because it bloody hurts!! I only lasted 2 seconds before I jumped off but one guy in the class did about 10 minutes!! I thought that given the amount of pain I go through on a daily basis I would be able to handle it but I couldn’t. Maybe I’ve just got baby soft feet (or maybe I’m more of a wuss than I thought I was!) 

The best thing about Tuesday though was that I got to go back home. Big Girl had Covid and Hubby didn’t want me coming home until her isolation period had ended so I had been staying at my parents. I was so excited to go home and hug my kids as I hadn’t seen them for almost 4 weeks. Unfortunately the excitement was short lived as Big Fella tested positive today so I’m back at Mum and Dad’s again 72 hours after I left! I’m hoping that if both the kids have had it then that will be it and they won’t get it a second time. Plus they will now have natural antibodies. 

At the moment I don’t want the kids to have the vaccine because I don’t think there’s enough long term data on the side effects in kids. Obviously the myocarditis risk worries me and then there’s the fact that there have been nearly 35,000 reports of menstrual disorders to the yellow card scheme (info on the yellow card scheme and the data it collects relating to Covid can be found in the link). The MRHA said there was only ‘marginal benefit’ to teens having it but the government went ahead and accepted the CMO’s recommendation to jab them anyway. I want to point out that I’m not an ‘anti-vaxer’; my kids are fully up to date with their immunisations but the fact that the vaccine is still in in clinical trials and new side effects are appearing worries me greatly. How can any doctor or scientist say with absolute certainty that the vaccine won’t affect these teenagers fertility until these kids start having babies (or trying to have babies). 

Source: dailymail.co.uk 13/09/21

I have spoken to the kids and told them not to allow anyone to vaccinate them when me or there Hubby isn’t present. And that if they are told they will get something like a gift voucher or similar that whatever they’re offered I will double it so they don’t need to worry about missing out. I do worry that schools will hold vaccination days and that as a result of the Gillick competency test parental permission will not be required. I already know of a school in Hertfordshire near to where we used to live that has already emailed parents with a date of such a vaccination day and parents are required to explain their reasons for withdrawing consent! 

Anyway, I will get down off my soapbox now and cross my fingers that neither me nor Hubby are next in our house to test positive. 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻



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