“i ain’t nothing but tired / man i’m just tired and bored with myself / hey there baby”

[larryhammer]

So five months ago, graydon commented on a Covid recovery post:

Four to six months from now would not be an inappropriate time to have some calendar notations about "if you feel like hammered snail snot for no particular reason, it's time to get your everything checked".

And, well, yeah. Still get fatigued if I do anything more strenuous than walk about at a relaxed pace, including heavier lifting or bustling around, let alone strenuous exercise. I can feel my limit coming on, and if I don’t rest, I’ll bonk into a wall and have to rest because suddenly no more energy—out of spoons.

No other symptoms of Long Covid—even most of the brain fog lifted within a month or two. The fatigue does mess with my memory—missing memories are strongly correlated with how tired/stressed I was at the time. Brain is definitely thinking better, though, than during the sleep deprivation of the first year(s) of parenthood. Per doctor’s tests, no markers for any other damage, including cardiac. So in some ways, very lucky. It’s still uggghhh.

My doctor, though, has nothing to offer but don’t push and slowly heal. (Well, aside from an extremely speculative suggestion of a diabetes control drug that she admits there’s not even anecdata on yet.)

So it goes.

---L.

Subject quote from Dancing in the Dark, Bruce Springsteen.