It’s been ten days since being diagnosed with Covid and five days since I’ve been back to work. Last night, I didn’t think I was going to make it. As a matter of fact, I feared that I might be relapsing. I was very sore and my temperature kept trying to spike without actually gaining and holding a fever.
When I locked and alarmed the church after the 5:30 p.m. Mass, I came straight to the house and went to bed. I dreaded my 4:00 a.m. wake up for the 6:30 and 8:00 a.m. Masses this morning.
Something happened to me in the middle of the night. I ended up waking refreshed. A lot of the soreness had diminished and the fatigue was greatly abated. I made it through the two morning Masses feeling good and, dare I say, hopeful.
I hope I am not jinxing myself saying so; but, I think I’ve turned the corner in my recovery. Trust me, I’m not going to push myself. When I begin to feel fatigued, I will take time to rest. I will not book myself for crazy schedules that keep me running full tilt from beginning to end of the day. I will save all of that for when I know for sure that I am completely recovered.
I’m looking forward to some restful sleep tonight.