I've been working at the 'keep moving' part (pretty much in synch with my now-routine sine wave of energy/fatigue/vertigo/inflamed lymphatic system expansion-contraction model-of-life) so 'stagger down a sidewalk and around a few blocks' every day or two and get outside to do a little light yardwork and breathe some fresh air but need to keep remembering the only reason I seem to be able to do THAT much is because 'daily 60mg adderall', also (for me). I've been a lifelong 'optimist' at heart - successfully overcoming significant odds and opposition on various and sundry life-events, yet, scenarios I run in my head on 'this one' have me reduced to 'sell out and relocate to some metro region with decent healtcare infrastructure' or 'screw it, turn on the TV and binge watch until I just fade away...' Like you, I've been a lifelong 'fitness afficianado' and healthy eater, active routinely and outside 'doing something' up and down ladders, landscaping, swimming, working out, hiking, playing, yada... until covid tossed a wrench into my gears with 'multiple symptoms at odds with the standard checklists plugged into the system - plus malaise' - after retiring to a 'healthcare desert' where the only thing I can be assured of is repeated efforts to give me colonoscopies and labtests every 6 months and then send me on my way until the next 15 minute office visit because 'everything is normal!' see you in 6 months. NEXT! I am asserting myself to get what I'm getting - and every damn thing is like prying a tooth from the monster called 'Healthcare'.