This is the first story I have written in 2022. I was suffering from writer’s block/lack of inspiration earlier in the year. But now that I finally have COVID-19, I feel the need to write again.
After escaping from COVID for almost two and a half years, I finally succumbed to it and let me tell you, it is miserable or rather, I feel miserable.
I have been stuck at home for almost a week and am over it. I am desperate to get outside again, to enjoy the sunshine, to see friends, to have meals out. There are only so many shows I can watch and books I can read. What I would really like to do, is go out and breathe some fresh air.
Being ill has caused me to lose my appetite and sometimes I forget to eat, which is not like me at all. I feel quite sad and lonely a lot of the time, even though I live with my partner and beautiful cat.
I have forced myself to work but it’s the last thing I feel like doing. It’s so hard to be productive when you’re not feeling good.
My week of isolation (seven days) is almost over — just one and a half days left. I am so grateful that the isolation period is no longer 14 days — I am not sure how I would have survived that.
It is uncertain when I will fully recover from COVID but I am hoping I will now be immune to catching it for a long while. It’s not something I would wish on anyone. It is a strange, unpredictable and unpleasant illness, which I cannot wait to see the back of.