Covid aftermath. All I really want after my bout of Covid is to get back to normal. It’s great that life has been going on in my absence. I might be sleeping a disproportionate amount but the scammers of the world are still working hard. What do they say, no rest for the wicked? How true, how true.
The thing is we don’t usually answer our land line for the very reason that that’s the one the scammers use but of late many of my numerous hospital appointments have come this route so we answer and of course the scammers take advantage. But, to be fair, my most engaging piece of scammery came in the form of an actual letter.
Mrs Summerhouse informs me I had a similar one about 4 years ago. It’s remarkable that the $12 million that was waiting for me then from a distant relative is still there. I really must get round to claiming it but not right now because I still feel a bit under the weather.
My remaining symptoms are just the persistent cough but I’m still testing positive as of yesterday morning at any rate. A nice strong double line, it seems like this piece of science is going to be with me for ever. Ditto Mrs SH although she hasn’t been quite as ill as me, he said with great pride.
So I carefully take note of the small bits of normality as they come back into my life – sitting downstairs dressed in my day clothes, reading a bit before nodding off, (nothing unusual there), watching a bit of TV, the old favourites that I couldn’t be bothered with thus far.
And most of all walking the doggies. Apart from one brief and mistaken effort, I haven’t done this for several days (another stalwart effort from Mrs SH). It makes me feel I’m shirking my responsibilities and that I’m not one of the team, and that’s quite damaging to the old self-esteem which has definitely taken a beating this last week.
So that’s definitely where the fragility lies. Not with the physical side of things but with my mental health. So let me tell you, if you’re a bit prone to this kind of damage, I thoroughly recommend you don’t catch Covid.
So now life goes on, at least I assume it does. It must do because I have a list of hospital visits as long as my arm to work through. This is my current measure of normality. In the meantime my plans are either stacking up or quietly abandoned. In the abandoned column there is land-buying in Ireland; Irish piano playing with Folk Fiddle, interior design website. There are small signs of progress with the Colorado cabin. This from our son in law. This doesn’t involve us directly so hopefully progress might be made.
And then there are those parts of our retirement life that must happen with or without us like the grape harvest which is getting worryingly close although we haven’t been able to get up to the vineyard to keep an eye on the sugar levels. So we can only hope the grapes don’t ripen and require picking before we can get up off our sick beds.
Covid aftermath summary
So the usual mixture of results, nothing is ever straightforward in our retirement lives. We’re much improved on the symptoms front (cough apart) but not so on the testing positive part of the illness. Some of our plans move slowly in the right direction while others are delayed or perhaps even abandoned altogether. Funny old world we’re living in at the moment.
PS Still not back to my pre-covid blog schedule. Soon?