I tested negative last week but that doesn’t mean I am not feeling the effects of my bout with covid-19. We’ve narrowed it down to the Omicron variant which explains why I got it so quickly. None of the vaccines or boosters protected me. Not a good place to find oneself in.

I wake up each morning (after sleeping for 12 hours. 11PM in bed at night. 11AM up the next morning) feeling groggy, with powerful, painful, whole head headaches and a sore throat. I still can’t feel anything in my throat which causes me to gag every once in a while. I have difficulty swallowing which has now turned into a fear of choking to death. Yesterday morning, when I woke up, all I could do was vomit up this white, foamy stuff. I have no idea what it was or why I vomited in the first place. I wasn’t nauseous. But there I was over the toilet bowl.

A covid patient asked his doctor for a hug. He misses his wife. He’s released four weeks later. Cured.

On top of all of this, since my left nostril has been having bleeding issues, I’m restrained from blowing my congested nose (can only blow the right nostril) so this blockage further restricts my ability to breath properly. I have tremendous fears that I am going to either choke to death or die struggling to breathe. Again, these are not good places to find oneself in. Doctors recommend taking OTC meds to compensate but I can’t even swallow some of the pills (such as Mucinex 12HD. That pill is humongous. I have to cut in in half and pray I don’t choke as it’s going down my throat).

Then there is my cough. That constant, every once-in-a-while coughing fit I have to endure every other hour or so. Thank goodness no one is near me because if I were in public, said public would run for the hills. I can’t contain my coughing fits. I just belt them out. Once it’s done and over, I do feel a wee bit better. But just ever so slightly.

If this info is repelling you, then take my advice and wear a mask always. Trust no one because no one knows what the heck they are doing or how to control and contain this virus. Almost everyone I know has now gotten the virus regardless of their vaccination status. It’s just a matter of time. Everyone out there is going to get this manmade concoction. Some of you will feel nothing (liars!) or some of you will get simple symptoms (liars!). And then there will be those, who get it like me, somewhat severe but survivable (not acceptable. I want a full refund!!)

The next worse thing is my sense of taste. It took weeks before I could enjoy a cup of coffee again in the morning. Everything still, to this day, tastes as if it were burnt. Everything I eat leaves a terrible taste in my mouth. No amount of brushing my teeth or rinsing with mouthwash can get this horrific aftertaste out of my mouth. I don’t want to eat anything yet I’m very hungry. The only things that taste normal to me is my husband’s homemade chicken and vegetable soup or Progresso’s chicken soup. I can’t get these soups hot enough. For some strange reason the hot broth makes my throat feel better. Ditto for hot tea, which I also drink often. Yes, even in this hot, summer weather. I want to eat very hot things.

Lastly, is the tiredness. At 71 years of age, not being able to walk any distances or stay awake for longer than an hour is very disconcerting. I have so many things I want to do, want to achieve and now? I’m just lucky if I can get out of bed and make it into the kitchen.

I will tell you there is one bizarre feature of my tiredness. For some strange reason, like clockwork, around 9:30-10PM, I feel like my old self again 100%. My breathing is fine. My taste buds are fine. I feel energized. I actually feel as if I am my old self again, pre-covid. While in this time slot I do all the things around the house I couldn’t do during the day. I scrub the bathroom. I clean up the kitchen, wipe down the appliances, polish the cabinets, prepare the coffee for the next day. I straighten out the living room. I’ve even been known to vacuum the whole first floor AND damp mop the living room and my office! Go figure. Because I can’t. Then around 11:30 or so, a wave of tiredness comes over me and I go right to sleep (sometimes. I’ve been known to stay up the whole night at least once per week). I wake up the next morning to a clean house, a very clean kitchen but the whole discombobulation of the day starts all over again. It’s a veritable ground hog day nightmare. I’m sick of it. Literally!

I try to make do and find some sort of happiness. But I can’t. And I don’t. In reality, right now, I am probably the most miserable person this side of the Mississippi. I have no patience. I can’t wait. I want no problems and if I do, I want them resolved NOW! I dislike feeling any distress or imbalance whatsoever. I don’t know how much of this is me or the aftermath of the virus. Only time will tell. So I continue to push forward and carry on.

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