Covid, day 8

 It's been 8 days of house-confinement, pain and suffering. Completely unnecessary in my opinion, but I went through it and survived to tell the story. Our body doesn't need to show its majesty by surviving stupid viruses for several days. It will take me a month to heal and bring my body back to where it was. Every step I take drains all my energy but I have to do it. My nose is still congested and it makes breathing and speaking difficult. 

Nevertheless, Monday is a working day. I need to get back to my business and have some meaning in my life. I admit that I watched many movies mainly because of my brain fog. Yes, this is one more thing that comes along with Covid and it will take some time to leave. I feel like I'm in a cloud, surrounded by stimuli muted by a thin haze. My hands shake, my breathing is heavy and my focus span is so small and it feels so difficult to even comprehend a movie. That's why I avoided watching demanding movies. I wasn't even able to focus on my book reading. This was absolutely unnecessary to happen. 

In the future, I will arm my precautions even more. I will show zero trust to people, besides my husband. My protocol will continue the way it was before but I will wear a mask when I'm outside among people, even though I will be out in the open. This thing won't happen again. Isolation never hurt me. I embraced it and lived with it for 4 years. 

My faith in people has been shaken to the extent that I don't know if I can recover it.