Classical Covid

 Well hello there dear reader(s) on this Palm Sunday, I’m not getting to the church on time, as I’m in Day 5 of Covid quarantine. I am feeling a touch better this morning, nose isn’t as terribly blocked up as it was, and my throat is feeling much better. I was able to sleep for about 9 hours last night—hooray!—the first good night’s sleep I’ve had in days. Me thinks the Paxlovid, coupled with the Extra Strength Tylenol and Flonase is actually working to kill off this wretched virus. I may indeed be healed by Easter next week, in time to join the family for our annual Easter gathering. Whew. I will most likely still wear a mask when I am around everyone, just to be safe and respectful.

I’m listening to the Classical station on Pandora right now and all of this music reminds me of my beloved Basset Sir Little Legs who is now gone. I would type my entries here to this music whilst he slumbered away on the couch—I look over there now and see Lily and yes, that’s comforting, but we are missing Legs and that makes me terribly sad. Maybe it’s time to seek out another Basset? Oh but who could take the place of our lovable, annoying, loud Legs, he was just one of a kind. I did put some feelers out to Gigi’s Dog Rescue, and I guess we shall see if anything comes of it. Oh Legs I have not forgotten you, I love you, I miss you so much.

I wonder if I will no longer be able to listen to this Pandora Classical, everything playing makes me think of Legs. Or maybe it’s just everything reminds me of the past four months, including when Legs got so ill at the end. That’s probably it. Come to think of it, these past four months that saw me suddenly roaring back to writing again, saw me making art for the first time in 20 years, this has been a monumental shift that must be recognized. Parts of my memory are back, it’s all because the Depakote was dramatically cut in half by the kind folks in the nut hut, so I’m grateful for that.

I think I may be up for a walk today. I need to get out and move. Yes, I’m going to take Lily for a walk, probably the afternoon shift before I make the Lamb White Bean Chili. I did shower yesterday, so that’s good. And I was productive in the kitchen, even though I’m still sick. Hey, the woman typically has to be the one to keep the household running during times of illness, and our place is no exception. Michael continues to sleep, sleep, sleep, he’s on Day 8 of Covid now. I’m interested to see how he’s feeling today. 

I had some bad anxiety yesterday morning whilst talking to mom about Trump and his antics. I really spiraled out, texted Fetter, everything seemed scary and awful and uncontrollable. But then I popped an extra Gabapentin, Fetter agreed to see me tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. on FaceTime, and I felt more relaxed about things. My friend Katie said Covid makes your anxieties worse and I believe it. I feel calm right now, granted, I haven’t talked to mom yet, and I knocked on wood that this continues today.

OK signing off for today. Sending healing vibes to myself, and to you if you need some. Later.