Back to normal

Day 16 of Covid today.

Feeling more like myself. Started back running 3 days ago. I was still feeling a bit ill at the time, aching muscles and fatigued, but the sun was shining on Friday morning and I couldn’t help myself.

I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a run quite so much.

I’d convinced myself a week ago that I’d never run again. I’ve read so many stories from people with long covid who used to run and cycle but 2 years later they still can’t.

Obviously I might still relapse (apparently).

So many people have warned me not to overdo it, take it slowly.

But right now I’m loving being out in the open air running through fields and woods with my dog.

Covid monotony

Day 3 in the Covid house

Woke up full of the joys of spring. It lasted about 10 minutes. Had breakfast with my man. He’s living with me at the moment working from home recovering from an injury.

He’s working downstairs. I’m back in bed with the dog. Government guidance says I shouldn’t cuddle my dog. I don’t think I’ve given him Covid though and I’m going to keep cuddling my dog.

Brain fog is my main thing this morning. I keep finding myself just staring into space. Also I have an intermittent strong desire to lie down.

I think I maybe need more sleep. I’m so restless again today though. This isn’t me. I don’t lie around doing nothing.

What to do today?

Nothing again I guess.

Covid has got me

Managed to dodge Covid for 2 years despite definite big exposure way back at the start of the pandemic.

Triple vaxxed, booster was 6 months ago.

But I guess this is omicron.

Positive home test yesterday. Thought I had a cold so was surprised to get 2 lines. But with hindsight I’ve had it a few days.

On Friday at work I had to take my bra off because my ribcage was so uncomfortable. I had had a negative Lamp test at work the day before. But now I know that symptom was definitely the rona.

So today I’m day 2 of positiveness. Woke up feeling like crap. Aching all over. Coughing, snotty, palpitations. Chest still in a vice. Everything an effort. Can’t decide if I’m hungry or not. Feel very tired but also restless. My normal Sunday would include a 5 mile run.

At least it’s an absolutely beautiful day so I can sit in the garden and listen to the birds.

Managed to cut the lawn but then had to have a lie down and now can’t move.

Bored out of my mind.

Partner away for the weekend but coming back later. At least he doesn’t mind sharing my air even though I have the plague.

Everyone else has gone mad

It’s very strange to be an anxiety sufferer at the moment because basically EVERYONE is anxious so it’s the new normal.

I would never have thought that a pandemic would cure my anxiety but it appears to be doing so.

I think it is partly because as I have said above everyone else is anxious too. Also, the Covid-19 pandemic puts absolutely everything else going on in my life into perspective.

None of that divorce shit, or work-related stress matters anymore. The fact that I might die because of my job (I’m a doctor) makes me feel strangely calm. It might make no sense to anyone else but me, but basically for the past 2 years I have had continuous worries that one day I’ll become suicidal. It’s a frequent rumination of mine.

But now, because I am at risk of succumbing to Covid it’s taken those thoughts away.