In addition I had much more energy – that wasn’t new, but the absence of that horrible smell was. Since I got sick in March, I’ve been aware that I smell bad – a musty sick smell that I hate. Until the glorious morning two days into the New Year when I woke up feeling much, much better – and no longer smelling horrible.
To be safe, I cancelled my reflexology appointment and we stayed in. Fortunately they recovered without any ill effects, which was a huge relief. Despite the fact that the lateral flow tests all were negative, given that my daughter and young granddaughter got sick with covid over the Christmas holidays, it had to be a possibility even though they’d stood at the door and not come into the house when we saw them the one time during the Christmas period. But I woke up the following morning exhausted once more and it took several days to recover – by which time we’d both gone down with a cold. And we then collapsed in front of the TV, too full to move. While it wasn’t as nice as the one I usually prepare using fresh chestnuts, the meal was still delicious. My sister brought along a chicken breast and Himself cooked a nut roast for us. I’d been able to help by gathering sage from the garden for the stuffing and roll vegan bacon slices around prunes, replacing the stones with almonds. In the event, Christmas Day was lovely, as my sister came over to spend it with us, while Himself cooked a wonderful meal. Like everyone else, my runup to Christmas was full of chores that don’t normally occur, despite my best intentions to dial it right back and make it a much quieter affair. This is an update on how I’m doing while coping with Long Covid now it’s been 10 months since I first got ill, which I’m adding to my Sunday Post blog, hosted by Kimberly at Caffeinated Review.
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