Covid Time


 After over two years of pandemic life I finally succumbed to Covid. After consuming more sugar on my birthday than I had in years, my normally robust but now suppressed immune system didn’t have the gumption to fight off the exposure. My body ached intensely and I copped a raging headache. I felt bizarre like I couldn’t focus my eyes on anything. Yesterday I spent the day in bed with a 101 degree fever and could barely stand without getting dizzy. Thank God for screen time and my child’s ability to feed himself. 

Ibuprofen was the medicine that saved the day and gave me the ability to shower and tend to my child and home. Today I still have a slight fever and a slight cough. It has been decades since I succumbed to this kind and of illness and I appreciate being humbled quite honestly. Covid is something we are all going to experience. I hold the opinion that this virus did not occur naturally in nature, not based on the way it feels in my body. It has teeth, even the less virulent strains that are going around. I am grateful for my herbal and vitamin  arsenal and for the fact that the worst of it lasted less than 24 hours. 

Illness is a reset, an opportunity to pair down and get clear. It reminds me of the developmental shifts that would happen in my child after he had a fever. It may be more subtle with us but I believe fevers are a marvel and a gift. An initiation into a greater and more clear version of self. I am hydrating and resting and blessing the experience and all that it is showing me. 

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  1. Kicky Hilden24 May 2022 at 00:59

    Ohhhh, sonds like you are trough the worst part.

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