My goal this month was to find alternative ways to decrease the inflammation in my body (without any "procedures" or shots into my joints). I had been reading books by Mark Hyman, MD - and I will post the sketchnotes I drew on this blog soon. I started with the simplest concepts - eliminating gluten, dairy, and processed foods - and I was very pleased with the results! I could move my shoulders without pain!!! So good. The idea of fasting for 12 hours, between dinner and breakfast, and longer fasting occasionally - seemed absolutely "impossible"!

Until it's not. The day after I ackowledged my success... I got Covid. and began my Fast. A week later, food still tastes like cardboard and it's hard to tell if something is hunger pain or nausea. And I lost almost 20 lbs. Just as many of us gain or lose "the Freshman 15" when we go to college, I lost "The Covid 19."

I have a damaged immune system from having radiation as a kid so the last few years were a nightmare trying NOT to get exposed to the virus. Now, when I'm telling myself that it's safe to leave the house and make friends and DO things again... I get sick. How? Why? When I called to reschedule a doctor appt, I figured it out.

Me: I need to reschedule, I've got Covid.

Them: Do you have a fever?

Me: Not anymore.

Them: That's fine then, just put on a mask and come on in.

WHAAAAT!? I did not go, but at least I know I probably picked it up there last time.

I spent a few days asleep on the couch (not) watching whole seasons of SUITS. The pup was finally out of her collar and feeling like running and playing, but I couldn't move. Mark and Theo showed up on Sunday and whisked her away. Elsa Bear was out of her head happy to see her friends!

And I just slept for the rest of the week. The worst symptoms, other than intense dizzyness, queasiness, loss of appetite and taste, were/are restless leg syndrome, burning muscles, crazy Depression and anger/frustration, brain fog/confusion, and exhaustion. I still feel the last few.

The hardest part was realizing I had to cancel my birthday plans - a few days at the Getaway tiny cabins. In reality, I propped myself up on the couch and started needlefelting monsters. My daughter made cupcakes yesterday and gave me a present she'd brought me from Estonia.

I named her Dolly Llama.

In between all the sick... I finished a childrens' book I started 30 years ago. I'm really happy with it and need to do a Kickstarter - so you'll hear more about it soon. As I get more and more bored (I am not a patient patient), I come up with more ideas. If you think I am prolific, it might not surprise you to know I have spent most of my life in hospitals or recovering from illnesses and surgeries. In other words... bored to tears and coming up with new ideas.

During a self-pity monologue on lonely birthdays, Amanda, my lawyer, reminded me that I had never finished Begin Again #7 - The Pandemic Issue (begun 3 years ago!) and now that I had finally caught the virus - I could legitimately finish the issue!

And, YES, that is exactly what my brain feels like right now!