At my father’s funeral in March of 2016, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. It seemed wrong to take photos, but I had the camera. I was afraid to touch anyone, for fear I would break down. I just kind of wandered. Wandering still.
Long COVID is kicking my butt. Two days at the office, and not even full days, kicked my butt. Depleted. Or as they say “out of spoons.”
I waw diagnosed with COVID in October. By January, when I was still exhausted and out of breath easily, I was diagnosed with Long COVID. I suppose by now it’s Long Long COVID. I am quite literally tired of it all. I want my life back.
So. I’m home today — working yes — but without the physical stress of dressing and getting to the office.