Wow, Covid, Wow! At what could only be considered the nastiest timing, on the day before my release date for Finding Paradise, I began experiencing symptoms of Covid -19. Sure enough, I was positive in the test I took a couple of days later.
I count myself one of the lucky ones, who had mild symptoms, and was perfectly fine sheltering at home. Some of my friends didn’t fare as well, ending up in hospitals. Even my husband had a harder time with his. He was diagnosed 2 days before I was, and although he was able to stay at home he really suffered debilitating headaches. But my low grade fever and body aches and loss of appetite clung ferociously for almost 3 weeks, leaving me feeling weak, exhausted, and lonely.
I have, as usual, thought in my weird mind, of an analogy. If I was a person who knew how to create one of those funny film GIFs, it would look like this: Covid hitting hard is a person starting to cross the street, and then getting hit by a bus. The ambulance comes and scoops them up, and they either never come home, or come back home a couple of weeks later with casts everywhere to recover slowly. Covid hitting “mildly” is someone starting to cross the street, when a bus sideswipes them, catching their clothing or something, and keeps driving for 2-4 weeks with them dangling and trying to get loose the whole time. Finally, the bus stops and they free themselves, but they are, as you can imagine, quite bedraggled and wobbly.
Don’t let anyone fool you into thinking this is just your run-of-the-mill cold or flu. It hits suddenly, and even with the mild symptoms, saps the strength from you like a leech. I am very slowly gaining strength, and will probably be back in “circulation” within the week. I hope you haven’t got it, won’t get it, and if you do, I pray you will recover!