The wheels began to fall off somewhere around Thanksgiving, if memory serves. Omicron had just made it's debut and people were starting to have second thoughts bout the upcoming holiday parties they’d been invited to. I was no different. The further we got into December, the less I looked forward to holidays. Actually, it’s more complex than that. I held out come for a normal holiday season full of family, but each day the news of the virus seemed to make it less and less likely.
On 12/14, we were all ready to gather with friends and family.
On 12/20, we were still hopeful.
On 12/22, everyone was sick with something. Some tested positive for Covid, others the flu. Christmas, with all families was cancelled. Very, very disappointing.
By 12/24, we’d noticed a cough that I’d had for a while was getting worse. I started to have aches and such. On 12/28, when the full body rash came, it was time to get tested for Covid.
What? Ok. Sure.
On 12/30, the ER trip happened. 1am, rushed in. Not Covid, they said. Not the flu. Not RSV. None of the above.
It was pneumonia. And I’d had it for a while. Based on conversations with the doctors, looking at the severity, and guaging my own health, I’d likely had some form of it since October.
It was bad. Put me flat on my back for almost two weeks. Antibiotics, steroids. Coughed so hard I managed to throw my back out (which I have a PT appointment for later today. FML.)
I’m almost over the pneumonia now. Cough is lingering. But I’m well and truly over being sick. It’s been a long time, and I’d like to be well again.
During this time, my body and I have been having a conversation. It’s gone something like this:
Me: Ok, body, what lesson are you trying to teach me here?
Body: You don't know how to rest. Your mind is running the show and it needs to stop. Your expectations of yourself are totally out of whack.
Me: But I WAS resting!
Body: No. The second you retired you built a work day for yourself complete with new anxieties and stress to replace the old. Dummy. So I pulled the emergency brake.
Me: You did, at that.
Body: Now you HAVE to rest. You HAVE to reset. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO OVEREXTEND YOURSELF.
Me: Hold my beer.
Body: Oh no. No beer. Yoou think you can get around the pneumonia? COUUGHCOUGH CRACK
Body: Now your back is done. You cant do anything by lie down without pain. Go. Meditate on this truth while you rest.
Me: Damn it.
And so, PT later today, if they plow the roads.
Because I coughed too much.