Getting Old

 Well good afternoon, dear reader(s), I report to you on Day 6 of Covid, and I am feeling better after sleeping 11 hours, not getting out of bed until 10:15 a.m. this morning. I had to quickly drink down some coffee before my 11:00 a.m. FaceTime session with Fetter, which went very well. Afterwards I was able to  get dressed and take Lily on a short walk—my first time outside in like 6 days, or something like that. It was great to get the fresh air, get away from the house if only for a short time. I think by Wednesday I’ll be ready to try a trip to Kroger, with a mask, of course. 

I’ve had some bouts of anxiety/elevated frustration during this Covid, but taking extra Gabapentin has helped calm me down. I’ll be sure to ask Dr. Levy about his thoughts as to how the Covid virus affects the brain—I’m interested in research that has been done in this area. Oh, and I told Fetter how I was having this elevated thing with my senses and cognition since my Depakote was drastically reduced, and how strange it felt, and he said it can take a year to finally feel “normal.” Oh God, a year? I’m only 4 months in and believe me, I’ve seen some mighty strange things around me. Is this show going to continue on ad infinitum? Hmmm.

I guess I just want to conclude today that this Covid stuff is getting old, I’m ready to go back to my life of freely traveling around, visiting friends, having lunches and dinners. Just being well. I must wait another 8 days for that. That seems like such a long time, but it actually isn’t. And I must remember I do have the Covid antibodies now, which is a great thing. I’ve made it through the worst part, and it actually wasn’t that bad. I’m feeling a tad tired now, so it’s goodbye for today. More tomorrow, as usual.