A Bachelors Blog

So, I did a thing with a friend of mine who has a health and wellness podcast. It’s just me being a cranky old man and talking about my harrowing adventures in Covid land.  https://anchor.fm/girlwithaflare/episodes/In-it-for-the-long-haul--my-COVID-story---Ryan-Zammit-e18i9nk Please check out Chrissy’s other posts as well!  Cheers all 

Wasn’t sure which title to go with so you get them both…. And on that note, let’s jump right in…  If you’ve read my previous posts you’ll know about my COVID and blood clotting near misses. Going from completely healthy and gearing up for martial arts competing to not being allowed to walk more than three blocks in a day, well, it’s been a challenge.    So that will earn me understatement of the year, I think.    It’s hard to get your head around the ‘not allowed to do the stuff for your own good’ mentality.  I pushed limits a few times to my own detriment and boy did I feel those repercussions.  Usually lasting days of pain. You learn quickly when the teacher is agony.    So going from being the fiercely independent and driven person to a meeker version of myself, being told what I can and cannot do, and of course pushing those boundaries to my detriment (see previous paragraph) has really done a number on my psyche.    I noticed e...

Maybe this post title should be “two steps forward, one broken leg back”, or “just when you thought it was safe to be healthy” ... So here is the update as of may 26, 28 days since this all kicked off.  That’s 4 weeks now and my life is still in some danger.   Yeah. You read it right.  Went in for a CT scan. A quick hour of dye pumped into my body and a cool 3D image of my ravaged lungs. No sweat.  Plug the parking meter for an hour and let’s do this, I’ve got shit to do, plans and such!  Ironically I was going to try and schedule my vaccine.     Well, scan comes and goes and all seems fine except they won’t let me leave after. Can’t reach any of my doctors and they won’t talk to me about my imaging.   I wait.  My hour passes and now I’m thinking about getting a stupid parking ticket.  Two hours. The tech needs doc 1 to talk to doc 2 about my results.  Uhhh, sure, that doesn’t make any sense but the nurses are obviously overworked a...

I’m starting this post with a quick story going back about 2 months; So! I have been worried about cancer since my dads battle and my friends current struggle. The last time I had been in for a physical was during my infantry medical when I was 18.   My doc was happy with my results, stating I could ‘run a marathon’ and do just fine. Better health than my age group average. Rad! Surprising. I expected bad news. I always expect bad news. I hope for the best news but yeah.    So anyway. I’m very healthy. I booked my vaccine for may 7. I was set.  Now.  Here we are.   I wrote my blog; feverish in the night.   I woke up coughing so much that I damaged a muscle in my neck, causing me to cough blood. Anyway. I went to emerg for the day.  I’m home now... but let’s look at my Covid experience by the numbers ; 15 - days sick currently  12 - days of continuous fever 16 - lbs lost due to fever and loss of appetite  39.6 - temp when admitted to...

I guess it was bound to happen. A coworker was infected and during our trip together I also was infected. He didn’t know, nor did I and I don’t blame him at all, especially knowing how hard he’s fighting for his life right now.  Me... I’m as sick as a dog but managing to stay home. My breathing is slowly getting a little laboured at times but I’m hoping now at day 7, I can start recovering. Those are the timings I’m told anyway.   My experience started with a cough, just an annoying dry tickle on a Thursday night. Friday afternoon I started to feel the body aches and a fever.  By Saturday morning I went for my Covid test. My partner from work had messaged me saying he tested positive and that he was hospitalized. My last message from him was that they moved him by ambulance to Brandon.  He hasn’t responded to me since.  He was apologizing for getting me sick we we last communicated. He’s a stand up guy like that.    I watched an update video from ...

This is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever written and I hope you all, gentle readers, can make it all the way through it as I had to.  Just remember, you only have to read it. I sadly, had to live it.  Be safe.  Dear mother,   People sometimes ask me about you and when I tell them that I haven’t spoken to you for 16 years, they are usually pretty shocked. I try to tell them that, simply, you aren’t a good person, and they always say ‘but she’s your mom! You should always love and stay In Touch with your mom, she gave birth to you!’ Yeah.... about that.    I’ll come back to that in a minute.  I’m writing you for the last and only time. I won’t respond to anything you try to say or write. I’ll block this account and any other way you try to reach out.  Your job is to read this and move on. But let’s be honest, you won’t read this.    You attacking my Dad on his fb account is disgusting. First off, all three of the kids have ...

We can probably all agree that it’s been one hell of a weird year and for some, the word catastrophic wouldn’t be hyperbolic at all. It’s been one of the toughest years for just about every single person I know.  I absolutely commiserate and have shouldered my own burdens this year... But! I am learning that dwelling on the past really doesn’t help me move forward. Not to dismiss the hardship and lessons learned throughout this craptastic year, but not to let the bitterness settle around my heart and soul.    It’s a fine line, most days.  Today I wil choose to be thankful for the positives I have witnessed and also for some of the negatives in my life that (I hope) are slowly rectifying.    I’m thankful for my friends and family, of course.  This goes without saying but I really mean this. Having loved ones with me during the lockdown probably saved me from a terribly depressive summer... I don’t know for sure but I struggled mightily as it is and that...