Holy Hell

April 9, 2021

Twelve weeks ago I tested positive for covid. After 10 days of an isolated oblivion in our back living room, symptoms started to subside. A little over a week later, I felt like I was headed towards being myself. It only lasted a few days and my body crashed. I fought tears everyday working, being a mom, collapsing on any couch, chair or bed I could find whenever I had a moment. It has taken weeks to come to terms that I am a long-hauler. Everything you read about post covid syndrome is spot on. I have been battling every issue except my ears don’t ring, for which I am very thankful. It’s as if my body’s wires are all crossed. Nothing works together like it should.

After weeks of working with all sorts of traditional and non-traditional medicine, as well as starting FMLA, I feel like I am no longer just trying to survive everyday, but working towards rebooting my system bit by bit.

I am and will be eternally grateful for all the love and support. Every prayer, wave, text, call, food drop off, thoughtful gift, flowers, musical playlist have brightened some pretty rough days. If you see Brian Poncin around, give him a hug or a beer, he has been a one man band around here for three months.

Whatever happens, I know I am surrounded by love and learning to appreciate the little things in life. Here is to seeing some hope on the horizon even if I hit some potholes along the way.