For the past three years I had heard so much about Covid. It could give you a rash, make you cough up a lung, seek ICU care, give you the worst fever and headache of your life, cause a loss of taste, and, of course, inflict you with Long Covid: a debilitating mental fuzz that could linger on for the rest of your days.
What did I get?
Part and parcel, to be expected. But I also got this:
I'm no longer positive for Covid, that's all gone with. But it has left me with a lingering cough, lingering rib pain, a bad taste I wish I could get rid of, and this goddamned fatigue.
I can barely get dressed in the morning. I've decided to live in pyjamas for the rest of my days. Thankfully it's school holidays and I don't have to go anywhere except on Christmas Day. Oh God, I still have to wrap Christmas presents. That's going to take it out of me.
I ordered groceries online and they got delivered yesterday morning. Unpacking them and putting them into their homes in the kitchen was the most tiring experience. I could barely move for the rest of the day.
Today I had to walk a mere 200m to the corner-shop and 200m back home because I forgot to buy toothpaste and the grocery store was out of iced coffee so neglected to put it in my order. I had to rectify this before the caffeine withdrawal headache hit.
Let me just say that I was absolutely fucked after that tiniest of tiny walks. I'm so glad it's school holidays right now. There's no way I could walk my son to school like this.
I'm sorry I haven't been really active on Hive right now, but I'm just so bodily and mentally tired. I've tried writing up posts and they're just sitting there in half-written draft-form because I can't gather the strength to be my usual chirpy "contagious-cheery-personality" self.
This fatigue is the worst and I really hope it's over soon. Yes, obviously I'm grateful I didn't end up in hospital or worse, I know people out there have it worse, but in my own little personal bubble of my life, this fatigue is absolutely stinking horrible.
Ugghhhh.
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