Still ill, still recovering and still have no proper sense of balance.
It seems to be getting better, but it’s difficult to tell. Some moments feel better than others, but I can write again.

Sort of.

This is still a struggle and it feels like it’s more of a struggle than it should be, but I’ve still got it good in that I can get this done. That does make me feel some sort of happiness and hope that this is all improving. Gotta hold onto that as it means that I keep on going and keep on pushing forward… well, it doesn’t, but it means that I’ve a bit more of an optimistic outlook on this whole thing. I think.

This almost has been some weird dream where everything is off, but it’s not. That’s just me being dramatic and I am aware of that and it is something I shouldn’t do, but I feel like it. I feel sorry for myself and I am bemoaning my current fate, but I’m sure that it will eventually pass. Or, at least I hope it will eventually pass. Maybe it will not and I’m going to have to deal with the disequilibrium for the rest of my life. However, that is likely doubtful. It will likely keep getting better, albeit slowly.

Things take time and all, and I need to live all of that time before anything will improve. Of course it needs to be lived; I can’t just jump into the future, though that would be a most wonderful thing to be able to do, but I can’t and so I’ve got to get through all of this first, and that takes time.

So anyway, I think I’ll keep on crapping on about how this all sucks and poor me and all that other stuff. Sure, I could talk about other things; I could do that, but why would I? There’s so much nothing I can keep going on about.

But seriously, having Covid sucks. My advice would be to do your best to avoid getting it, stay as healthy as you can and if you do get it, rest as much as possible. Most of my symptoms are gone but this still is a rough experience. I’ve gotten really lucky but even though it is improving I don’t necessarily feel like I’m getting better. There are times when I’m trying to brace myself as I feel I’m just going to fall a long distance. It’s not fun. I’m able to get around a bit more now, but I’m still dealing with the disequilibrium and it’s just rough.

Again, I’m lucky. This could be so much worse than it is. I’ve done alright. That said, there is no way you could get me to wish this upon anyone.

Anyway, that’s my ramble for the day. I’m going to go back to trying to get things done so I can get things done. Then after that, probably a bit more rest.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:42:34

Slower than I’d hoped.

All I have to say about this.

Written at home.