Coming Back

Last August, the 11th to be exact, I got hit out of nowhere with a mysterious virus. Luckily it wasn’t coronavirus, but it was one of the roughest things I have ever suffered from. I am currently living overseas, so perhaps it is related to that, as there are different viruses in other places, but it terrified me. For a while it seemed to be like Covid, except that there was no fever among other things. At first, my husband had it, and then three days later, I followed. Frustratingly, I had been fine until then, miraculously with no type of illness. Unfortunately my luck changed and I was propelled into something I wasn’t really expecting nor prepared for.

Some days I was almost bedridden unable to do much, barely able to eat. No foods really sounded good to me. And the baking I had done before for fun to help pass the time stopped.This went on for some time. I ended up researching everything I could find and luckily had the help of a doctor we know. As things came up she would prescribe medication or offer advice or comfort. We also had some help from a relative of my husband that did some cooking for us. These two things were lifesavers.

I could barely move around and daily chores seemed almost impossible to perform. I felt like I had been cursed. Any strength I had would be quickly used up and all I wanted was to be still and lie down.

This went on for well over a week where I ate very little, usually yogurt and broth at night. Finally after some time, I was able to move a little more though difficult. I started to force myself to move. I took little tours in the apartment and tried to do some daily chores. My writing had come to a standstill except in a limited way.i had very little interest in anything.

We have been locked down since mid March and been extremely careful. So while irrational fears would enter, we knew, and had been told it was unlikely to have gotten coronavirus.

Here seventeen days later, I am on the mend, at times almost like myself. Each day I try to move including little tours in the apartment. I am hopeful over time, I will be back to my self.

I am able to cook some, though pretty basic things. I find that my tolerance for standing is less. I finally started watching some movies to take my mind off things. It has been beastly hot for a couple months which doesn’t help. I have an aversion to high heat, so it has been difficult for me. A new season will be starting which will bring cooler weather which I am sure will help in many ways.

For now, I take each day as it comes and try to keep a positive outlook. I look forward to being on the other side of this looking back.