She’s fine, she’s not even a mammal. She’s safe from me. Birds can sleep with one half their brain at a time. She perches on a chair, tucks up one foot, and watches me sleep.
When I roll over she lets out a piercing whistle and my husband comes running. Nurse Noelie is on the job.
Getting worse, sorry to tell you that.
Sometimes my hearts starts hammering when I’m just lying there doing nothing.
New symptom popped up overnight. I kept waking up because apparently I roll over in my sleep a lot, and every time I would get vertigo, didn’t even know that can happen in your sleep. Whole room spinning. Fall asleep and it happens again.
So I’m okay if I lie still, but if I turn my head even slightly the room starts rolling again.
I hope it’s a chiropractic thing from laying around in bed all day and not some weird new symptom
Add to list of things I can’t taste or smell: citrus, mint, taco sauce, mustard, Masala sauce
But at least my appetite is good.
Thought I was fine to sit at the table for dinner. We did gratitude and then the coughing started. Now I am scared. Got up after dinner and as soon as I stood up, sweat started rolling down my chest out of nowhere. Had to lean on the chair for a while before I could make my way back to the couch.
Starting to feel like work to breathe now.
People keep asking me about the test, the test. There aren’t enough tests but even if there were? Then what? There’s nothing? Maybe they can try some experimental drugs on me, okay, I’ll try them, other than that?
I’m sharing my experience because I know how curious everyone must be. What will it be like, will I make it. When it’s my turn.
The truth is I have no idea. I assume i am going into a tunnel and that I have five frightening days ahead of me. I assume I will feel worse each day and that at some point I will believe I am going to die. Maybe I will die. Not my intention but what do you do.
My white blood cells are fighting these evil little lung Nazis, doing the best we can, eviction notice is served.
If I make it through this I’m guessing it will be weeks before I feel totally well again. Who knows.
In the meantime I am so glad I have my pretty little peach to watch over me, Nurse Noelie doesn’t need any special gear, she’d only chew on it anyway.
I've been working with chronic disorganization, squalor, and hoarding for over 20 years. I'm also a marathon runner who was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and thyroid disease 17 years ago.
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