It has been just over a month since I decided to self-isolate and protect myself against the threat of coronavirus and, like most, I’m slowly but surely losing it.

I’m starting to miss the strangest of things: women wearing too much perfume on the Tube, running up the office escalators because the queue at Starbucks was longer than normal; getting ever so slightly burnt because lunch at the pub turned into an eight-hour rendezvous. Life before now feels like a Hollywood movie – and I can't wait to get back to it.

But I don't know when that will happen. I don't know if I'll be able to go to the cinema again this year.

For most right now, there's hope. Experts are saying there has been a “flattening” in the number of deaths; and while the government has just extended the lockdown by at least three weeks, there's a general acknowledgement that we're moving to a place where restrictions are gradually eased.

But for people like me, in the 'high-risk' group, the future doesn't feel quite so rosy. Whatever happens with lockdown - whether it starts to dissolve in May, or vanishes overnight in June – we face indefinite isolation.

As a type 1 diabetic, I am more susceptible to experiencing severe symptoms of coronavirus; and my body is more likely to confuse its blood sugar level while fighting the disease, which brings with it a host of problems. Like the elderly and others with underlying health conditions, I will remain vulnerable until I'm either vaccinated, or someone finds a workable treatment for Covid-19.