Long COVID: Accepting my new normal
Has anybody else just gave up and said....This is my new normal?
Long story short...I have been vaccinated and 1 booster.
2+ years ago i got covid and could have had it prior to tests being available as well.
Devoloped bad anxiety after recovering which i still have but is much better with meds now.
Most of my other symptoms have got better...(Sleep, Brain Fog,Depression,Sore muscles etc etc).
The 2 symptoms i can't shake are Fatique and Shortness of breath!
All the normal tests came back fine.
No amount of exercise...vitamins etc help.
I lose my breath just walking up my stairs at home and everyday is a struggle to get through.
Anything physical and i am wiped out and it takes forever for my breathing to return to normal.
I still work everday....But at the end of the day i am beat.
I have to hire out things to be done that i used to be able to do prior to getting covid.
I am so sick of doctors appointments and tests that i have givin up and basically accepted this as my new normal.
I tell myself that i should be happy for the things that have improved
and i do think of those so worse off than me.
Anybody else in my situation?....I don't see any other options but to accept it at this point and hope advancements and research in post
covid care happen.
After 2+ yrs of this i don't see it getting any better on it's own.
Thanks for listening.
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Sorry the hemp oil. Is what I was asking about lol. Does it help alot with joint pain?
Not really, with the pain, but makes it where you don't care. Not a lot of work turned out, but lasts about 6 to 7 hours. 1ml of 2500 mg Full Spectrum CBD. Mint is best
Yes! As much as I don't want to give in, I definitely agree it's very tempting to throw in the towel. Then, I think of how much fun I used to be and to be around, tell my butt to get up and stop all this belly-aching! Usually by this point, I've gathered enough of my oxygen hose up in a loop I sort of resemble a distorted version of Crocodile Dundee if you are without your glasses and you squint a bit. It helps at this point if you have extremely poor vision. So, I find myself with my hero-Dundee coil in my grasp and a semi-breathless, yet convincingly determined, tone to my voice. The voice then tells me in no uncertain terms is this chick isn't going to "give in" to anything! I was given a will this strong for a reason, and it wasn't to "give in". Shortly thereafter, a series of four letter words may or may not escape my lips, all in purely good intentions, I assure you. You see, for me, sometimes getting a bit angry fuels me like nothing else ever has. You know, for example, when ai thinks of hungry children across the US, and world... I get mad. When I think of bureaucratic red tape and ignorant, poorly-executed policies that have no logic attached ... I get mad. These things tend to get me fired up enough, I find that inner vigor that is held in reserve. I use that bit of reserve to remind myself I will not lose that fun girl I remember from way back before I got sick. And I promise myself, again, that I will not give in. Not today, that is. Today... Is safe from the likes of this chick, giving in. And... I make it through another day as best I can. Without... Giving In.
I hope this helps someone the way it helps me each and every day I make a decision not to give in.
Hugs to you all.
-Christi
I miss a lot of things I used to be able to do...but am finding ways to entertain myself and help others from my keyboard rather than out in the world. It is enough for now!