Recovering from Covid
It’s going on 7 weeks since I first became ill with this virus. I continue to have brain fog and to be fatigued, but I am getting stronger and able to think more clearly every day. I still nap during the day but less and less. Walking has become part of my daily routine again, although instead of two miles, 13 blocks has been the most I have walked so far. I have to admit, my walking is very slow and deliberate, but that is how I continue to move. Everything in my life has slowed down to a slower and more deliberate pace, a sharp contrast to the former brisk pace that I have lived all of my life.
I think the walking has improved the neuropathy in my feet that I have experienced since being in the hospital. If the neuropathy and brain fog are the only neurological symptoms I have from this virus, I feel lucky. I have been lucky to have not had to deal with some of the other complications that are often associated with Covid, such as heart attacks, strokes, and pulmonary emboli that come with the blood clotting that comes with the virus. I am still taking a blood thinner.
I have started getting ozone IV’s with a local integrative medicine practitioner. She says that she has been seeing very positive results in treating viruses with these and vitamin C IV’s preferably in the early stages but helpful in all stages. She also recommends taking Vitamin D3, Vitamin C, Zinc, Lactoferin (an anti-viral protein), Quercetin (an anti-inflammatory and immune enhancing supplement), a probiotic, and a supplement called Protandim ( supposed to facilitate cellular repair, rejuvenation, and detoxification). I am taking these, along with my protein shake and usual regimen for MTHFR and immunity in general. I have felt more energy since starting the ozone IV’s.
Looking back I have to admit that I have had to face that there was a part of me that wasn’t sure I wanted to be here. I have felt so overwhelmed and fearful for our country over the last three plus years and have dreaded the possibility of having to live in the same political climate for the next four. When I went into the hospital, I also had fear of me, and worse my children, being saddled with the aftermath of medical bills.
Interestingly, when facing the possibility of my death, I was not afraid of that. There was actually a sense of peacefulness. Even though I was in isolation, I did not feel alone. I could feel the love and support from the invisible realms and of my family, friends, and community. I really feel it was their prayers that brought me back from transitioning. I am not ready to leave. No matter what our political and economic future brings, I feel so very blessed to still be in my body with my loved ones and my community.