Long COVID, update

Welp, as I approach 10 months of medical leave of absence, I figured it was time for an update of sorts. 
 So let’s Coles notes this bish and get caught up. 
 - summer - started to recover and get back to a level of normal. Hopeful to return to work once off my blood thinners
- October - massive setback with the cold weather.  Basically all my symptoms and issues returned, almost sent myself to the hospital on a few occasions. Depression and docs orders to not walk more than a city block per day start to wear me down
- December - 30 pounds overweight. Depressed. Headaches, muscle and joint pain, cough, covid fog, insomnia issues, and a crushing fatigue.  I finally get off the blood thinners. Although they are life saving they are also life altering in a less than ideal way. 
- December, off the blood thinners, I start to kind of feel a semblance of my old self.  Start small walks.  3000 steps. 6000 steps. 10 000 steps.  My asthma and lungs are an issue but I manage even in the cold weather.  Good sign. 
-December. Start a healthier diet to reduce weight. I feel gross and sluggish and hate my lack of ability across the board. 
-New Years.  Yay.  January - start hiking with 35lb weighted backpack for 14000 steps.  That’s 10+ Kms. 3 loops around Ass park.  Starting to feel ok even with the bloody blisters and hamburger feet. 
February - start physiotherapy conditioning leading to a return to work.  Still hiking. Bad combo.  Exhausted and lots of joint and muscle pain. Hard to move. Still pushing anyway. 
Losing weight. 14 lbs so far. 
Annnnnnd up to date. 
I still get headaches and the joint and muscle pain with the fatigue can still take the wind out of me on any given day. And they do. It’s an ecstasy of pure agony. Working on it though. I really just want to get back to work and move on with my life. 

  So for anyone who still, even now, thinks covid isn’t a big deal or that those idiot trucker convoys have a point somehow, you can delete me from any and all contacts because I’m stuck having to fight through those fools to get to my physio session so that I can try to recover from this mess.  In the process I’m currently spending a lot of time in a lot of pain and a lot of not sleeping because my joints still feel packed with glass. 
Am I better? Relatively to when I was in an emergency room, yeah.  Relative to my life before Covid.  No.  Not by a country mile and I fear I may never get back to that. I hope I’m wrong but my body doesn’t agree with me on a consistent basis. 
As always. I’m alive. I’m here to report my situation and to document my discomfort and,at times, glaring agonies.  So that’s something.  I don t say that lightly either. I’m
Glad I’m alive to fight.  It’s just hard on some days is all. Harder than anything pre Covid life that I can think of anyway.  
Stay safe and be well.  

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