A Covid-day is one of the words I’ve never used before, till I knew the meaning of it. I heard Covid-19 long-haulers use this word when they had a terrible day.
In February, I started to keep a diary from my activities, the M~E~D~S, daily. From the 28 days, four of them were good days. Read ‘good days’ as on a 15% basis of who I was a year before.
Last week I had four terrible days in a row. I was so exhausted even the M~E~D~S became a problem. I was sleeping a lot, and my body was sometimes too heavy to get out of bed. I dragged myself out of bed to make breakfast, lunch, and supper or go outside for a walk.
My walks were exhausting too. I wanted to get outside to get some fresh air—my walks from approximately 3 kilometers were too much. I was sleeping 2 hours when I got back, even if I rested along the way. I was more stuffy again and had more palpitations than the weeks before. Not only during the effort but also in rest.
I was in tears many times… But I also know negative thoughts don’t bring me anywhere as much as I want my old self back and be an energetic mother to my daughter. Be able to read and work. I know I have to cope with what my body is offering me now.
