My Covid day one

Writing this on my third day, reflecting on the first

It. Was. Awful. Really not much else to it. I woke to feed the dog as I do around 6am and could barely move. The aches were almost paralyzing. So. I tested again as I had so many times before and there she was, the tiny faint line that grew darker by the minute.

Fuck

I wanted to be still, not move, just be and I had to do everything else. Change my life, tell my work, deal with rearranging all the basic pieces of living. Pray that it wouldn’t derail a trip that has been so important - my partner and I had exactly seven days to muscle through this and come out the other side.

I started sobbing at the volume of it all while feeling like a train had collided me. Ugh; being overwhelmed while masked in your own house and having the one person you love instantly instructed to avoid you immediately is. So lonely. And so my Covid days began …