I would like this post to be about how the whole world is now recovering from Covid, a pandemic long in our past, its side effects becoming a thing of memory. But it’s more personal. I am personally recovering from the virus, which I contracted about two weeks ago.
This reflection is going to be brief and probably not well written, as this is the first time that I have been on the computer since taking ill. The good news — the wonderful news — is that I am recovering. Thankfully, this virus is getting milder, and the strain that I caught is like a head cold with some airway congestion. Nothing in my lungs, thank God! Still, even just a head cold is hard for me to take, and the airway congestion has been difficult to clear, so I’ve been on extra medications and treatments. There was also the fatigue factor, which hit me about the third or fourth day. My parents also had Covid, so we were a fairly pathetic household for a few days. Thankfully (again), my parents are willing and were able to push themselves pass their own fatigue and sickness to take care of me when needed. Also, one of my nurses only has me as a patient and was able to take care of me extra days, which was a great blessing. God bless nurses and wonderful, loving parents!
Covid is, of course, scary (more on that later), mostly because there’s a lot we still don’t know and it can be unpredictable sometimes. I can’t swallow the antiviral pills and chose not to go on the antibodies because there are too many unknowns and also because this strain isn’t like the other ones. (There were other factors as well.) How I caught it doesn’t really matter, it is very contagious now, so it just seems like the thing to do. Can’t say that I’m out of touch with the times!
As I regain strength and stamina, I will write more here. One of my constant thoughts through all of this was that I wanted to survive and get well so that I could keep writing. I know that I have more to do, and I hope that I will not let my Creator down. Perhaps, this was a good wake-up call for me. This experience has shown me that writing really is a vocation and it’s what I am called to do — who I am called to be, here and now. To all of you who pray for me now and then, thank you! Although you did not know that I was sick, I was aware of your love.
That’s all for now, dear reader. As I get stronger, my focus will be on my writing — on the words that God wants me to share. God is good.
© 2022 Christina Chase
Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.