Having long covid is like having an ignition key that only turns on the engine maybe half the time, if I’m lucky. For the past few weeks, it’s been working. I made doctor appointments, wrapped and mailed packages. I made soup. I made a list of what I wanted to ask my doctor. I actually went to the supermarket instead of ordering from Amazon. I returned a pair of glasses through the mail.
I’m putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and putting the clean ones in the cabinet. Yesterday I made lasagna. Friday I’m getting FIOS internet installed and switching to YouTube TV.
These might not sound like big deals to you, but a year ago, were impossible for me. No one in my family believed I was actually sick, although my son finally did after he developed long covid, too. People think you’re just lazy, and if you would only take a walk around the block, you would feel better. (If you care, look up “post exertional malaise” to see what that does.)
I did get some kind of stomach bug over Thanksgiving, and also dropped a subwoofer on my head (don’t ask), which sidelined me for several days. But then I felt productive again.
Anyway, it’s been a surprisingly good couple of weeks. Onward!
W00T!