Category: Long Haul Covid
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Scan
Scanning my body as I woke up – I found all my symptoms were low – I could barely feel the neuropothy. Then, walking around everything starts up, pins in my feet and hands, my face is numb and heavy, nausea, not so much dizzy for now… Tracking up the stairs with my coffee I…
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Heavy fog
It started last night, that leaden feeling in my head – weight heavy on my front lobe, making my head fall forward. I woke to a headache non headache… no throbbing as if it didn’t have the energy to throb. Everything takes longer, to focus takes an act of defiance. Meanwhile I feel like this…
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Nuronic
Letter to Mary in response to her research into red light therapy. Morning. I’m not sure why, but I’m feeling uneasy when it comes to this Neuronic group. But it brings up a good issue…how to “actively” take care of my body with this “disease” ( that I keep hoping will disappear one morning). What options to…
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Dopey
Quiet, breathing shallow, now breathing deeper, finding the words, while my legs bubble like poured 7Up in a glass. It’s no longer a new sensation a year on. But daily noise layered upon low anxiety of never knowing how the day will go. Cloudy brain cells that prod me to not move, to give in…
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Walking tall
Never be ashamed of who you are – what ever characteristic that day may catch your ire. Notice the difference of walking into Sunday event as opposed to Saturday and how you felt afterward. Saturday was filled with gay men – younger thinner and stylish in a bowl full of lovely gold fish. Seeing them…
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Pink Day
My head is throbbing and heavy – as I wake up, play the games in the NYTs, watch the candle burn on your alter. Lately PTSD scene waft in and I breathe them stage right. Always the hospital, always that six months 2 1/2 years ago. Even my posture in bed reminds me of trying…
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Skin
I’m fascinated by the way my upper lip feels. It’s been over 20 years since I’ve had a clean face, no hair to adorn it and the top of my head no longer has the weeds growing on top. My lips are a gash across the large planes of my head. Uncomfortably feminine. My mother’s…
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anxiety, a disorder…
I had an anxiety attack yesterday mid day. It was so easily slipped into even though I hadn’t experienced one in 6 months, not to this degree. Images of your death, PTSD are flowing into my days and I have to stamp on them like one of those beautiful red flying insects invading the US…
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Early
Balance is way off this morning, head leaden, stomach nauseous, entire surface of my skin is tingling, energy is at 3. I am aware. Aware of my state of my body as it tries to maintain balance, focus on the complex calculations that you cells are making to steady the ship – they are there…