life update, war and pestilence edition
Jun. 12th, 2020 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nilchanceApparently it's been exactly a year since my last update? It feels both way too long and way too short.
Right now my life is pretty unexciting. I've written about 500k words for Undertale fandom in the last three years, and I'm currently writing fics in exchange for donations to a bail fund. It's not much, but I can't protest in-person for a lot of reasons, so it makes me feel a little less useless.
I was diagnosed with covid in late April. My father-in-law brought it home from a rehab facility, ironically after he was briefly hospitalized with the flu in February, and immediately passed it to T and I. He had an extremely mild case, just some coughing and digestive issues, which is lucky because he's almost 80 years old. T had it rougher, because asthma, and had a fever and bad cough for a couple weeks, but it thankfully never got bad enough to require hospitalization. (I was scared shitless for her.) In my case, it was just like the worst flu I had in my life. I had ONE day of fever and about a week of coughing. Mostly it was fatigue and body aches. We all dodged one hell of a bullet.
Unfortunately, I'm still having that fatigue almost two months after my first symptoms started. It's incredibly annoying. I recovered a lot of health and stamina since quitting the hell job in 2015, I don't even walk with a cane anymore, but this has brought me crashing back down to earth. I can do a couple things a day, max, and then I'll crash. If I try to push past it, oh buddy, do I pay for it. I don't even get a warning most days; I'll be halfway through starting dinner in the crockpot and I'm suddenly so exhausted I'm nauseated. I have lost the fine art of napping, because my brain just keeps racing until I HAVE to get up. I can't focus worth a damn. I've always had a lot of respect for my friends with chronic fatigue and thought I had a grasp of what they're going through, but holy shit, you guys, I did not even understand how bad fatigue could suck and I am so fucking sorry.
Right now my life is pretty unexciting. I've written about 500k words for Undertale fandom in the last three years, and I'm currently writing fics in exchange for donations to a bail fund. It's not much, but I can't protest in-person for a lot of reasons, so it makes me feel a little less useless.
I was diagnosed with covid in late April. My father-in-law brought it home from a rehab facility, ironically after he was briefly hospitalized with the flu in February, and immediately passed it to T and I. He had an extremely mild case, just some coughing and digestive issues, which is lucky because he's almost 80 years old. T had it rougher, because asthma, and had a fever and bad cough for a couple weeks, but it thankfully never got bad enough to require hospitalization. (I was scared shitless for her.) In my case, it was just like the worst flu I had in my life. I had ONE day of fever and about a week of coughing. Mostly it was fatigue and body aches. We all dodged one hell of a bullet.
Unfortunately, I'm still having that fatigue almost two months after my first symptoms started. It's incredibly annoying. I recovered a lot of health and stamina since quitting the hell job in 2015, I don't even walk with a cane anymore, but this has brought me crashing back down to earth. I can do a couple things a day, max, and then I'll crash. If I try to push past it, oh buddy, do I pay for it. I don't even get a warning most days; I'll be halfway through starting dinner in the crockpot and I'm suddenly so exhausted I'm nauseated. I have lost the fine art of napping, because my brain just keeps racing until I HAVE to get up. I can't focus worth a damn. I've always had a lot of respect for my friends with chronic fatigue and thought I had a grasp of what they're going through, but holy shit, you guys, I did not even understand how bad fatigue could suck and I am so fucking sorry.