It's been 5.5 months since I had #COVID19. This is the best I've felt.
I ended up with #LongCovid. I lost my summer to the infection. Most days it was all I could do to walk to the end of my driveway and get my mail.
The neurological aspects of the result of the virus have ++
been the most difficult to deal with. The brain fog. The tingling and numb toes and fingers.
Then there's the cardio aspects - months of arrhythmia. I needed an ECG.
Then there's how my bloodwork has been a mess. Sugars up, cholesterol up, blood pressure up, liver enzymes ++
elevated. All of these things were fine before I got #COVID19.
I barely recognize myself post #COVID infection. I'm trying to reclaim my health but it's a battle.
Being #disabled and an activist, I'm all too aware of how #eugenics and #Ableism would factor into how this ++
pandemic has evolved. #disabled folxs worldwide warned everyone how this would go - and now here we are.
#eugenics and #fascism go hand in hand. Always have. It's both not surprising to me, but also takes my breath away at where we are as a global society.
We must push back.
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Last night I was genuinely struggling. I thought about calling a help line. I thought about what it would be like to permanently escape. I thought about my dogs, my sister, my mom, my husband.
I thought about my dearest friend, and the few close friends I have.
I thought ++
about how helpless I feel watching this planet spin more and more out of control every day.
I thought about how powerless I feel. How hopelessness is taking me over.
I thought about the weight of my trauma. If it could ever be untangled.
I thought about being Indigenous and ++
how that means everything to me, but I'm not not connected to my community. I thought about how my neurology and skin tone make that seem impossible.
I thought about my health and what covid has done to me and how scared I am.