After 2.5 years, I have COVID.
You can imagine the fear of the unknown living with an autoimmune disorder. The extreme caution taken while trying to have a “normal” life, then the dread when the “positive” test lit up like a Christmas tree. It’s inevitable, we’re all getting it. The question is when.
My body is handling it the best it can, but geesh the fatigue sucks. Amirite? My tribe is incredible – fridge stocked, Morton walked, daily check-ins – all supporting me to rest and heal. I’m grateful for their support, and honestly, to have it now and not back then.