Author: wvfurandroot
Grief lingers
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.
Maybe I’ll have my book written by 2025
COVID 19: Day 418
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.
