Is It Safe to Come Out of Isolation? Maybe.
It’s 9 am here and I am almost awake. At least I think so. My brain still feels like the cobwebs of the night are tangled within the neuron strands. They are preventing me from thinking too hard, if at all. One side of my head feels a little different than the other. But I can’t tell what is going on. But I don’t feel too ill. So that’s a plus.
I have finished the last of the horse pills that are Paxlovid. Yeah. So hopefully I am done with treatments and am into the recovery phase of this disease process.
Until I went through this myself, I really didn’t understand covid as a personal disease. It’s an odd one. The symptoms that were like a cold were familiar. The aches, pains, cough, and fever were all expected. Being tired was also expected to a degree. But covid seems to have sapped more out of me than any cold I have ever had. But the fuzziness of my brain is something I have never experienced with a cold. It is quite odd. That with an odd feeling around half my head. It is very odd. I pray it dissipates soon. I would like my brain back.
Only time will tell how long it will take to get my brain back. Of course, my wife will say that I lost my mind years ago, and covid just brought that fact out a little more. My neurologist might also agree. But this is different. Again like cobwebs that are interspersed within the delicate structure of thought that we each have. So from here on, that will be the path I will write about. Just to see when I can clean the clutter of the attic of my mind. Dust it off. Clean out the cobwebs. Get back to thinking. The next part of my personal covid adventure.
Again, I will choose joy. I pray that you can choose the same.
Note: also posted at Covid with Lime.