I woke up half recharged as too much work during the day sends my mind to spin during sleep, thus not getting enough deep sleep. Yet, I was hoping to feel better few hours later. I did my usual morning routine of spending some time with the girls, did 60 min pilates, and had my 1000mg vitamins C drink.
Few hours later, I felt a bit warm, I took temperature it was 37.2. Damn… why am I still having fever? is this real? am I getting better or what? what if I turn to the other way? is that even a possibility?
I tracked my temperature every hour until 5pm, it went up to 37.5 once and hovered around 37.2. By 5pm, I was back to 36.9. During those hours, so many scenarios went into my mind as you can imagine. Suddenly I wondered if I was starting to feel breathless. The oximeter told me otherwise so I relaxed until another “panic” came in.
The hardest part of this experience is the mind game that plays out everyday depending how I feel. Maybe I am not feeling my best because I didn’t get enough restorative sleep, but during COVID, obviously I attribute it COVID, as everybody else would.
Coughing is almost gone, second day that I don’t cough much. Throat felt a bit sore in the morning but went away.
I suddenly realized…. my sense of taste is ….weird. I wouldn’t say it’s completely gone but my appetite is low. I thought it was because my sense of taste is what normal for someone who’s sick. Not that I don’t taste anything, just nothing taste good or exciting. Sense of smell is there… maybe… I am not sure. I am not sensitive to smell usually and with the nasal congestion, smelling is expected to be reduced.
The family continues to be well and asymptomatic, which I am immensely grateful. We just learned another family in our building got it and it started with the kid.
A good friend of mine’s dad just passed away, two months after he was diagnosed of lung cancer. She’s devastated and guilt is eating her up. I was in her place 3.5 years ago and it’s only on the 3rd year I can face this reality. I don’t know if I should tell her that there is an end to the tunnel of grief but it’s not as fast as one would want.
We had a staff meeting and the presenter continued to say that breakthrough cases is very rare and that vaccine is still very good at preventing infection. My mind went !#$!#$!#$%$&.
I am focusing one day at the time. I am reminding myself to be grateful to my mild case. I am grateful to small joys like Cookie staring at me as I type this.