Such a long recovery.
I am thankful to be one who did. Recover, that is. Thankful my loved ones were able to do so as well. Hurting for those who lost the fight, as well as their families during this holiday season.
I had typed up this little bit all about online shopping during our days quarantined. After deliberation, resolved that it could appear disingenuous considering those mentioned above, and those who have lost jobs or watched businesses close without another way to make money lined up. I am so grateful that our positions were not threatened, and would never want to rub that in to hurt someone unintentionally. So who cares what silly stuff I found online. The rest of the world is doing the same thing.
Briefing you genuinely about our little nuthouse goes as such:
G is still taking longer to get back to normal, but his spirits are high. Early on, all he could do was hold an IPAD and cry with body aches and fever. I know if he won’t get off the couch, he must feel bad. That kid does not like to be down. His strength has always been evident throughout all his many viruses and procedures, surgeries and so on. I love his spirit and wish it would infect not just me, but everyone. A good infection! Anyway, eventually he was able to stand and walk around a little. We saw “Home Alone”, repeating certain spots over and over, more times than I can count. Basically our downstairs living room became our refuge for all things COVID. It served as all rooms except a bathroom. At night G got diapers so, well, maybe all rooms then. His lungs took a pretty heavy hit and he remains back on oxygen full time (for now). Super thankful for his Pulmonologist of 11 years that aided in medicine and advice over the phone for our boy. He also stood up for us in the ER which is a whole other story. Kudos to Dr. A.
The old man has a nagging cough and I think it is still nagging because he enjoys having man flu. His chest x-ray was clear. I will never understand a man with a cold. Our taste buds are still non-existent as well as our sense of smell. Despite having various different symptoms (but all with fever) we did not infect my college aged daughter who lives here amongst the germ pit. Grateful there. Maybe since she has been in college she has extra germy cells taking up all the space so they were not interested in more joining the party…who really can say? Personally, my battle was with the heavy end of fatigue. It seemed to never want to let up. Fever (and sensory loss) was how it got me down. Can I mention that I do not get down. There is some unwritten rule out there that Mom’s are not allowed to get sick. I have abided for years under this law. Stupid ‘rona just wanted to see if it could, and buddy, it did. Luckily, I have a dispensary of herbs at my fingertips, to which I am certain provided much aid and goodness to our bodies, especially during the days that food could not. Great family and friends were an even better help.
I hate that this has become the silent monster infecting wherever it pleases however it pleases. The monster that does not have a tail to cut off nor an end in sight for that matter. I rebel against it and say, COVID, you can not quench the human spirit. Like Gandolf in Lord of the Rings rebuking the darkness, “You shall not pass”. We are told by the highest power and authority that though our bodies become weary, inwardly we can be renewed.
Charging on we go. One day at a time.