I have had Covid for the past two weeks and it is well and truly kicking my arse. When a family member brought it home from work I was so careful not to get anywhere near them. I took precautions as far as moving into the caravan to avoid contact. Within a couple of days the damn ‘rona got me though and so I have spent the last fortnight coughing, blowing copious amounts of yellow/brown gloop out of my nose and feeling generally crap. I’m permanently exhausted and keep feeling like I’ve been sitting in a freezer.
Not content with just resting in my bed and hoping my immune system will get its act together; I have realised that even when I’m resting, I have to be doing something. Arts or crafts or reading books and even attempting to make treat toys for my rabbits.
This past two weeks have been so awful and I have been in such a horrible mood that I’m surprised my sister hasn’t shoved me in a supermarket trolly and wheeled me to the nearest lake.
So as I approach week three, here’s hoping for a negative covid test, better homeostasis and no more gluey crap slugging out of my poor raw nose.
Well once again I have left it for quite a while between posts. I do apologise and warn that this will happen a lot. I am a very forgetful person and have no self discipline when it comes to things like this.
I recently downloaded an app to remind me to take my medication. So far I’ve managed to fill the obnoxious green dots most days; but if you forget to take one it gives you an angry red cross on the calendar as if you’re a naughty school child. This has partly fuelled the fire and I sometimes deliberately don’t tick off which medication I’ve had just to surprise it the next day when I go back to the log and let it know that I did take the medication and it made a fuss over nothing.
No, I don’t think lockdown has effected me in any way… why do you ask?
It’s been a while since I posted. Feels like I only really post on here when I’m at a loss of what to do. I guess this is the only place I can properly vent this stuff. I really miss my friend that I had known since my first year of high school. I’ve missed her since she stopped talking to me. Every day I’ll think of something that I’d like to tell her or something funny happens and I automatically want to share it with her. I’m not even sure what I did to end our long friendship, I took on all the problems mounted up by my sister and in fixing her mess I lost a friend. I feel worse because I know that my sister did nothing to try to help my situation. I fixed her mess and she didn’t once attempt to explain to my friend how I was doing what I did to get her out of a jam. She just didn’t even try.