Three Weeks with COVID - and Finding Gratitude Anyway
Three Weeks with COVID - and
Finding Gratitude Anyway
Starting
my third week of feeling lousy with COVID, I keep asking myself: how
on earth could there be anything to feel grateful for? But there
is.
I’m grateful that all I have to do is drag myself
from bed to the sofa—or in my case, the chaise lounge. No sick
toddlers in dirty diapers demanding attention and food (food - ugh.
Who can eat?). I’m happy that I don’t have to work on tar and
gravel roofs in Phoenix in September. Instead, I get to rest in a
comfortable house.
I’m also lucky to have friends who
keep me supplied with groceries, and a trainer who hasn’t given my
workout spot away.
This is my first experience with being
really ill when retired, and I must admit it has its benefits. There
is no pressure to recover and get back to work - just rest and
recuperate. Still, recuperation at 90 takes twice as long as it did
at 60. The fever leaves, and you think you’ll feel like yourself
again - but you don’t. And you certainly don’t look like your old
self. Looking in the mirror – eyes like holes in a white sheet,
hair as limp and lifeless as you feel. Skin yellowy grey. OMG –
when will I be back to normal?!
The symptoms linger. A
most irritating post nasal drip, which doesn’t appear to be
draining anything. Head still congested despite having given myself
the steam inhaling treatment - draping a towel around my head,
inhaling steam. TV sound turned up to high volume – still can’t
hear a thing. Thankfully my neighbor is deaf, so no complaints so
far.
I’ve noticed that a depressing part of the aging
process is coming to the realization that most things with not get
better. However if you have had COVID, 90% of the time things WILL
get better – I can’t wait! Am looking forward to enjoying a gin
martini and then a steak dinner, washed down with a good red blend.
Cheers everyone!
Henry’s assessment – I’ve enjoyed every minute of our COVID crisis!
Comments
Post a Comment