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The ordeal

The fourth day of my COVID-19 infection is almost over. However, it wasn't a day to remember, if I'm being honest. It all started at 1:00 a.m. when I woke up to change my sweaty pyjamas and couldn't go back to sleep due to my stuffed nose. Since nothing could clear my sinuses, I spent the rest of the night awake, watching silly videos on YouTube. I wanted to read Sir David Jason's book, but I couldn't focus on it because my mind was not in the mood for reading. It simply refused to follow what my eyes tried to pick up from the book, so I thought I wouldn't stress my system because I wasn't in lethal danger after all.

After breakfast, Ági persuaded me to take a nap, so I laid myself down. When I woke up almost two hours later, my head wasn't throbbing, I couldn't feel the sharp pain in my muscles and joints, and my body temperature was +37°C. I felt better; only the stuffed nose and the persistent coughing dragged me back to reality. I'm still utterly weak, my nose is still stuffed, and I still cough a lot, but with less severity and other joint symptoms. When I opened the window, I realised that the pain I'd felt for days once the cold air reached my skin had disappeared. Since then, only these symptoms have bothered me, and I wish I were healthy again.

I'm glad we got the vaccine two years ago. And I'm glad we didn't catch the initial variant of this nasty virus. I was wondering if the current mutation can cause such horrendous pain in one's body, how severe the first variant of the infection could have been? Why did so many people risk their lives by denying vaccination? The pain I felt was frightening: not only were the muscles and joints affected, but my scalp also experienced some soreness, which was extremely weird. Every time I touched the top of my head, there was this never-before-experienced pain. I'm still terribly weak. The last four days took their toll. Even walking the stairs to get to the bedroom makes me gasp. (A well-trained kindergarten group could easily defeat me in any physical altercation.) We both gradually lost our gustatory and olfactory senses. 

Anyway, to sum it up, don't catch COVID! I still need to figure out how to heal completely, convalesce and replenish my batteries before Christmas. From what I know and read about the long-term effects of this infection, we need to prepare ourselves to experience a long-lasting recuperation period. According to the latest news, getting back the lost senses could take months, not to mention other underlying symptoms or related problems. I hope we can fully recuperate without any major or minor problems.
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