It wasn’t until 3 days into this dreadful cold that I noticed that I couldn’t smell orange in the drink I was drinking. A dreadful suspicion came over me.
Yes- the lateral flow confirmed it- I tested positive for covid.
I’m still waiting for the result of the PCR test from this morning, but here’s what went on in my head: I suddenly realised that I was going to have to cancel all birthday plans for this week (kids coming to visit, time away with hubby etc) and would isolate until the night of my birthday. I then remembered the wellness talk I did earlier that week, & how I was asked “how do you stay positive?”
Right at that moment, nothing felt positive, except the Covid test.
Yes- my age old habit of counting blessings reminded me that I wasn’t in hospital, that I had my house to isolate in.. etc but right then, I felt really, really miserable.
Do you know what I did then?
I stayed with it for about 3 hours, felt utterly miserable and if I’m totally honest, I cried. Then- after that, I found some paper and a pen and wrote all the things I could do over my isolation.
Things that would benefit my brain or body, or encourage others.
Things I could do when I felt a bit better, and things I could do while still feeling dreadful.
Even just writing the list helped me focus and feel like I had accomplished something.
One of the things on the list was ‘update my blog post’- so here it is.