In January 2020 I went on a weekend away with my then girl-friend. This was just as Covid19 was making the news. We had a wonderful time together, as we always did. There were a few glitches in getting her to WisconSIN, but when they delayed her plane for the second or third time, I’m like, I’m coming to get you. I’d driven down from the Northwoods that morning, was in Milwaukee by the time her plane was to arrive, but there were delays in Chicago. She was stuck and I had nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs so Chicago is a 90-minute drive, why not go get her? (Sidenote, I made it in under 90-minutes).
As I stated, we always had wonderful weekends together staying at the Pfister in Milwaukee. It’s a wonderful historical piece and I’ll always be grateful that the Marcus family (think Marcus theaters) bought it and refurbished it to its former glory. We loved staying there.
That weekend though, the girlfriend ended up with a cold. It was that time of year and understandable since traveling, even wearing a mask, doesn’t mean you won’t get the requisite cold and ague. She was so apologetic, but it wasn’t her fault. We still had a lovely time together and I’ll remember it fondly.
Later that week, after she had left to go back home, I started to develop a cold. I didn’t think much of it, again, the time of year, and she had been sick, so I was getting her cold, right? Well, 6-8 weeks later, it wasn’t just a cold. I had hot-flashes, night-sweats, sleeplessness, then too much sleep, naps, aches and pains, and all sorts of lovely side-effects. I called my doctor at week five but according to her, I couldn’t possibly have Covid because it wasn’t in Milwaukee at that time. Um, yeah, right. I asked to be tested, they refused.
Well, once I got over my ‘cold’ I realized a few things. I couldn’t sleep at night and then I was falling asleep all the time, unable to wake up. I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t write as a result, and couldn’t function as I used to. Whatever that ‘cold’ was, it wiped me out, and I do mean wiped, me, out. It was horrible. Trying to get out books for my authors, do the accounting, even trying to do the Lesfic Bard Awards, was TERRIBLE! I simply couldn’t function, couldn’t concentrate, oh look, squirrel.
I had been doing audio books, getting them out, but those I could pause and take a nap and come back to. The mental agility needed for those wasn’t the same as writing a book. I did manage to squeak out two novellas, but that was all. Almost nothing since.
I finally decided to go see another doctor. But, after 7-8 months, guess what, there are no anti-bodies in my blood to show if I had Covid or not. However, in my opinion, if it quacks like a duck, walks like a duck, and the after effects are just as ducky, it’s a duck. The after-effects are almost always exactly what people have described. The long-term effects at least.
It’s been a horrible year and a half; the depression was mind-numbing (what mind I still had). The people who should know either didn’t understand, or refused to understand. My friends and colleagues, for the most part have been understanding, and let me tell my story. That’s another thing, I’ve always tended to repeat myself (the results of having raised children who didn’t always listen) but now, I can’t remember if I told people the same thing, over and over again.
So, I decided to self-medicate, because the professionals don’t believe me or aren’t listening to my complaints, and I need, desperately need, to write all these stories that have come to me. Sure, I’ve gotten in a paragraph here and there, written down ideas, but stories, nope. The mental faculties to sit down and write, obsessively like I have in the past, nope, that’s all gone. I did have one day in spring 2021 that made me feel like I was back to normal, writing like I used to, but one day after a year of nothing? That isn’t a good percentage. So, I tried some things. I even, when I went for an interview, stopped in the next state to pick up some legalized CBD and THC in things to try. It didn’t work, I had some fun, but having never tried it before (where it worked), don’t know if that is normal. Then, a fellow author and friend suggested something that I researched and tried, it helped, I can tell, and I was able to write. Now, my doctor is saying, don’t take that, it interferes with your thyroid medication, sigh. So, I’m off to experiment some more.
Meanwhile, I’m here to announce that I do have a book done and I hope to get it out soon, if I don’t go crazy from the after-effects of Covid. Your understanding is appreciated.