Although you would be excused if you thought I was. I’m not sure how long it’s been since I posted but figure it’s somewhere between Forever and The Dawn of Time.
I hade covid19 in march, took 6 weeks to get over it and recover. Had a good month after that. Then I got a fatigue spike that lasted a week. Then two weeks to recover from that. Then I had another good week! Then it was lather, rinse, repeat for … 4 god damned months. I am currently in a ‘good week’. I’ve been thinking of this site so decided it was time to make a post, even if it’s brief.
It’s hard to recover when you have the energy of a wet noodle. Hard to cook for yourself. Asking my partner to cook is pretty pointless when he has about 5 things he can, or at least is willing to admit to, being able to cook. I can’t eat that many eggs or tuna sandwiches. I finally bought some super quick meals – like ramens, instant oats and polenta – and I’ve been able to cook a 3 minute meal. I’m hopeful having a full belly, and rest, will enable me to actually recover.
I’ve been painting a year now. Although not that much lately. But it’s honestly the only thing keeping my sanity. The bottom line, however, is I’m tired. And depressed. And sad.
Maybe I’ll get over it. Maybe I won’t. But I ain’t dead yet, so there’s that.
Silent Scream 