Finally. I'm not fully there yet, but I sure have climbed out of the abyss of despair. I can actually do things again. Like laundry (once again I have to disinfect the farmhouse for Ed). I can pick up a book and get through a whole page! Food does not repulse me. Getting through the day does not repulse me.
I do have some lasting signs of Covid, the cough, the fatigue -- if you're old and you had a strong case of the stuff, you know what I mean. But, it's peanuts compared to what I thought of life and myself in it over the weekend.
I'm on my last day of isolation. The guidelines are conservative -- as well they should be -- so that I feel if they say I'm good to head out (masked) tomorrow, I'm good to head out. Confirmed by my doc today. I wont be walking at my normal pace, that's for sure, but at least I'll be walking! The couch loses its appeal after days of reclining and staring at the ceiling.
It's a gorgeous day! I can't call it a second summer -- we've had that already. Maybe a third? Sunny and warm. A fleeting moment of respite in the meteorological transition toward late fall.
Breakfast. I will be happier when taste buds are up and running again, but hey, I have a good imagination: I know what these foods taste like!
Afterwards, there's the doc's visit. My internist, whom I love, happened to have a cancellation so as she listened to my breaths and tapped this and that, I got to chat with her a bit about Covid in general (she does frequent hospital rotations, so she certainly has a wealth of practical experience with Covid!). The rebound, the severity of the second round of the virus -- none of this surprises her.
I continue to be impressed, as always, with these medical heroes. I know we're past the months where we would tear up and applaud wildly watching cadres of docs leaving overwhelmed hospitals with dying patients. Exhausted, under-equipped and yet always there, doing their lifesaving work. Much has changed since the spring of 2020. My doc came in today with her PPE's (the other staff just kept their distance) which I'm sure were discarded once she was done with me. Still, she's a superhero in my mind. Just a wonderful, dedicated doctor. Who says they don't make them like they used to? Well, maybe they don't. Maybe they make them better.
In the afternoon, I go for a short walk with Ed. I was so zonked over the weekend that spending time together outside was out of the question. Today, we resume our walks. (Biking is a little beyond my range at the moment. I could do it, but that would be a push. One thing you should never do with Covid is push yourself to exercise, until you're good and ready, watch rings be damned.)
And in the evening I tie up loose ends around the house. And I vow to myself that in the posts to come, I will not mention Covid in more than one or two sentenced. One has to move on, right?
with love...
