I have been saying over and over for weeks; I must get my blog started again, I’m going to write a blog post today, I need to get my ass in gear and other various half ass attempts to start writing again. It’s hard to say why I’ve been quite so demotivated recently and maybe it doesn’t require analysing, it just is what it is.
Anyway, so here we are still trying to navigate life through the delight that is Covid. This week I was supposed to treat my Mum to her Christmas present from her three kids; I was going to meet her in Crawley, see the family and then head to Brighton the next day for a meal and to see James Blunt, someone she was very excited about seeing live. However, as luck would have it, on Monday both Mother Hen and I tested positive with Covid, over 160 miles away from each other and having not seen each other in months. Seriously, you can’t make this shit up! There’s been a lot of chat about how mild this variant is and how many people are barely symptomatic, so I thought I’d share my experience. It sucks monkeys balls!
I started with a very sore throat and painful ears, and then progressed onto heavy cold like symptoms and what I can only describe as a heavy lethargy, my eyes just want to be closed but I can barely sleep. it seems to come and go in waves; last night I was feeling pretty perky and thought oh good this must be the end of it, then I woke this morning feeling like hell again and struggling to move out of bed. I’d describe it as worse than a heavy cold but not as bad as flu. It’s currently day five so I did a test anyway and it, of course, came back as positive so early release seems unlikely at the moment. On the plus side though my Mum’s test was negative today so hopefully that means she’s on the mend, as she’s been feeling pretty crap too. I am triple jabbed and thankful that the symptoms are not a lot worse, I am also thankful that so far, somehow, my partner has avoided contracting it.
I initially caught Covid at the beginning of January 2021, so it’s been just over a year. January/February seems to be when my immune system just gives up, if I’m going to get ill it quite often seems to be in these months. In the year since having Covid I have struggled more and more with severe fatigue, it’s hard to know whether this is a consequence of Corona Virus or whether it is to do with my diagnosis of FND in December of 2019.
What does concern me now is the recovery time from this second bout and the effect it will have on my body and other conditions. It’s easy to forget how long I was out of action last year, and it’s only really the Facebook memories that remind me what a slog it was getting back to work and trying to get back to ”normal” I question what normal is for me now on a regular basis, but I will address that more in my next post.
On a positive note it seems that being ill again has motivated me to restart this blog and now I’m determined to continue blogging with all the things I’ve wanted to say and have been swimming around in my head for the last six months. I’m annoyed at myself for letting it slip but trying to give myself some slack. We find ourselves in strange times, and on top of that we have our normal lives and worries to contend with. As such I think it’s a case of do what you can, when you can and lets try not to put too much pressure on ourselves. With that in mind, and the fact I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, I shall leave it there for now and endeavour to get my next blog post up in a more timely manner.