As I sit down to write this blog post, my mind and body are both consumed by the relentless battle I'm currently fighting - Covid-19 for the fourth time. Yes, you read that right, the fourth time. It seems almost surreal to me, but here I am, grappling with the familiar symptoms of fever, aching body, sore throat, and exhaustion, all while trying to keep up with the needs of both kids during their summer break.
The first time I had Covid, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The second and third times were no less challenging, but I somehow managed to pull through with the support of my family. However, this time around, it feels different. The symptoms are no less severe than before, yet the toll it's taking on my body seems to be greater.
The fever comes and goes, leaving me drenched in sweat one moment and shivering with cold the next. The aches and pains in my body make even the simplest tasks feel like insurmountable mountains. My throat feels like sandpaper, making it difficult to swallow even a sip of water. And the exhaustion... oh, the exhaustion is unlike anything I've ever experienced.
Despite the overwhelming need for rest and endless naps, I find myself unable to sleep at night. The night sweats, both hot and cold, wake me up repeatedly, leaving me tossing and turning in bed, longing for some respite from this relentless cycle of discomfort.
And then there's the kids, who need us more than ever during their summer holidays. Balancing their needs with my own struggles feels like an impossible feat at times. I want to be present for them, to play with them, to make the most of our time together, but my body and mind are constantly begging for a moment of peace.
As I navigate this challenging terrain, I find solace in the small moments of joy and connection that still manage to find their way into my days. The laughter of my children, the warmth of a hug from my husband, the kind words of a friend checking in on me - these are the moments that remind me of the resilience of the human spirit, even in the face of adversity.
So here I am, in the midst of my fourth battle with Covid-19, feeling both weary and determined. I know that this too shall pass, that brighter days are ahead, and that I will emerge from this stronger and more grateful for the gift of health.
Until then, I will continue to take one day at a time, finding strength in the love that surrounds me and the hope that tomorrow will bring a new beginning.
Beth XX
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