I’m sure some of you have been wondering where in the world I’ve been! Last year was a pretty brutal year for me health wise. Physical and Mental. I’m not in locked down, I’m locked in.
Having co-morbidites and a very, very low immune system because of the immunosuppressants, meant that going out in public was impossible. Having friends over was impossible. I’m sure alot of you have felt the strain in your own ways (I would love to hear your stories). I haven’t been to a restaurant in a year! A whole year!
In South Africa we quickly went into a hard lockdown. And boy was it hard. Things like cigarettes and alcohol were banned… Well South Africans are known for “making a plan”. Illicit cigarette trade was rampant and people were getting creative making their own alcohol. We have a high rate of poverty here and the lockdown meant alot of people could not go and work, specifically domestic help, gardeners, anyone who got paid daily really. It became so dire I heard stories about people knocking on doors for chicken skins to make their family a meal.
Covid has really challenged us in so many ways. We are all adapting to the new normal. People are suffering from Covid fatigue. Suicide rates are hitting an all time high. Some people have lost everything and alot of people lost several loved ones. As I’m typing this I’m actually about to go into another zoom funeral. My uncle passed away from Covid. He fought for two weeks. The last time his wife saw him was before he went into hospital. Obviously because he had Covid she was unable to see him. Worst of all she could not get to say goodbye when he died.
Covid is cruel. I really battle with this part. People dying alone. Loved ones not being able to hold them for one last time. To touch their faces. I know alot of you have lost loved ones and I am incredibly sorry about this. My heart goes out to you. People have lost more than just one family member.
I had to change my chemo last year and I became incredibly ill. I literally suffered with an inflamed colon for 3 months. Broth was the easiest to get down. Broth! It drove me nuts. I’m a foodie and man, broth ain’t it. It became dire when I lost 12kgs in 2 months. My rheumatologist knows how I struggle with weight loss so he contacted my Gastro/hepatic specialist who had me admitted to hospital a.s.a.p. Three gastro specialists saw me. They ran all the tests they could and found nothing wrong with my organs. Good news but we still didn’t have an answer. It came down to it being systemic. Meaning that there was some system malfunction. Hello Lupus.
Life became so challenging. Depressing. I felt like I was straddling the abyss. I knew I needed to take control or fall in. I was not prepared to fall in. That is not in my nature. I’m a fighter and that’s exactly what I was going to do.
There was some good that came out of Covid for me. It gave me time to reflect on myself my relationships and what kind of life I wanted to have. I sure as hell had enough time to contemplate and spend time on introspection. This has taken me on a continuing journey to live my best life.
I am eager to share this with you in part two of this post. Blogging has become very painful for me. My right side of my neck and shoulder go into such spasm it’s unbearable. Right now I’m dealing with a pain flare threatening to rear it’s ugly head, so I’m taking it easy. I do not want to poke that dragon!
It’s been forever! I’d love if you could drop me a comment on how Covid has been for you. I love that I have readers from across the globe! That’s why I’m so interested in hearing what it’s been like for YOU in your country!
Part 2 coming tomorrow. You do not want to miss this! My journey in setting boundaries and learning to say No!