On Wednesday, I woke up feeling crummy. I thought at first it was because I got up to fast. I had carefully planned out the morning for International Walk and Roll to School day, and I had forgotten to set my alarm. But the crumminess just didn’t stop. I took a covid test, it was negative. I was worried about being able to go with Ezekiel to his first Middle School success class at 4pm, so I stayed home for most of the day, did some training for work over Zoom, and took a nap. I managed to make it to (and through) the class with Ezekiel, but when we got home, I was done for the day.
I slept restlessly because of the feverish achiness. I got the boys off to school and tried to rest. the headache was in full swing by now and was, as many people have said, quite monstrous. I managed to get Atticus to and from soccer and once Nathanael was done with his BAC meeting, I checked out, once again. It was another restless night, primarily due to the headache.
On Friday morning, having woken up still feeling rotten, I took another covid test, this time it was positive. Present circumstances being what they are, and persuant to the most recent recommendations, we decided I would isolate in our bedroom through Monday. This was daunting. I proceeded to make adjustments/cancellations for the upcoming days. I was most sad about having to cancel our dinner plans with Lem.
By Saturday morning, I was feeling better. I had finally slept well Friday night. The headache was better, my achiness was better, although I had taken to coughing quite a bit. I went for a short walk in the afternoon, which definitely tired me out, so I followed up with a nap. I was encouraged I was feeling better most of the day, and so was discouraged when later in the evening and into the night my temp was back up and I was feeling achy again.
Sunday I woke up, not having slept for a good bit of the night. The silver lining of the day being not having a headache anymore, I was able to distract myself from the achy sleeplessness by watching several episodes of Bad Sisters in the middle of the night. Upon waking, I felt old and creaky. I watched the Bridgetown livestream, read books, went for another short walk, took a shower, listened to another sermon after the livestream, worked on the project I had Nath bring in on Saturday, and decided to start using my blog again. This was where things went a bit south. I truly hate SquareSpace, and I got so mad and frustrated that I started crying about it and could not stop. “Everyone” says it’s, “so easy to use!” and I feel stupid because I can’t figure out the tiniest things. And every time I say goodbye to my blog and then come back to it, I feel the same way. I need a new blog plan.
Blogging aside, this was the moment I knew the deep psychological effects of isolation (only slight exaggeration).
I went to bed pretty early on Sunday night, and after probably 10 hours of sleep, I woke up on Monday feeling pretty good. No fever or meds all day. I went for a longer walk, and I didn’t get very tired, and I did some actual work and got some other paperwork-y kinds of things done. It. The downside is the test I took in the morning was still positive, but I’m hopeful for tomorrow!
Tuesday! I feel great, but my test is still positive! Blerg!
Everything ends with gratitude.
Nathanael has been lovely. Knowing, even from the confines of my room, that he is maintaining a positive attitude has held me up. He has brought me food at regular intervals, and a steady stream of orange juice, smoothies, and encouraging sticky notes.
“My barn having burned down, I can now see the moon.”
(Mizuta Masahide, 17th century Japanese poet and samurai)
