I am not a one, but a TWO-time COVID 19 survivor. COVID has tried and failed two attempts to take my health in the duration of this pandemic. My life had been a week of chicken noodle soup and Sprite. The second bout with this airborne sickness wasn’t nearly as bad as the first. I’m not sure if I should thank the vaccine for that, or the weaker strains of the virus currently in circulation. Perhaps I should distribute credit equally.
Sitting at home suffocating from boredom really gives you time to ponder things important and unimportant alike, although not necessarily in equal quantity. I spent a decent amount of time debating what I wanted to do with my time, and another decent amount hypothesizing on how to get a band to work, where am I going to find a drummer, and other things of that nature. I must confess that I didn’t spend much if any time thinking or debating about signs, if it weren’t for the life-threatening illness, I would have enjoyed my time off immensely. Four days of no activity was a little too much for my liking, two days would have sufficed enough. Which leads to the question of is it wrong to enjoy unscheduled time off work? Personally, I find no problem with taking time off work, if you don’t you get burned out, but perhaps that is just my generation. Others would have you believe that it would be a sin to miss work, but again I do not find that to be the case. What do I know, I am still very much considered a child in the work industry.
I digress, back to life threatening illnesses and the crumbling world that encompasses us all, rich and poor alike. Much like the first time I was diagnosed with COVID 19, I have found that the recovery is the worst part. I pride myself on being an active and healthy individual, attempting to make good habits now to last a lifetime. Part of that is going to the gym on a regular basis. I’m not a body builder by any sense of the word, I like to say that I push 140 pounds on a good day after a good meal. Regardless, I rarely have health issues and I rarely see doctors, vision and dental are a different story. The recovery process is following the same pattern as the first. I attempted to work out for the first time in a week and it sidelined me for another four days. I could have sworn that some doctor somewhere said that working out helped you recover from illness faster. Whoever said that or led me to believe that was true has to be beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most incorrect human being in human history, and if they’re still alive the most incorrect human being on this planet.
Cabin fever has begun to set in again. Sometimes it’s good to join a gym or a club or some other daily activity to get out of the house and be seen. It does you and everyone some good. And yes, it can also be good to stay in and hide from the world too. All you recluses out there don’t get too upset at me and cancel my blogs. I tend to lean with the other more social side, which makes me feel a bit restless at times. I don’t feel very productive. Some people measure the productivity of the day and/or judge based on their work day and what they accomplish at the office, which there’s nothing wrong with that, that’s just not the way I operate. I judge my days based on what I can get done in my personal life outside the office and COVID has been getting in the way for quite some time now and the worst part is that there’s nothing you or me can do about it. What a lucky time to be alive, what a lucky time to spend my golden years of life, my twenties, indoors fighting an invisible enemy on top of the invisible enemies in my head. Enemies are just here there and everywhere at this point. Maybe Covid should be classified as a mental illness as well, I think it made me a tad bit more paranoid than usual. Perhaps I need a longer vacation, all the sign fumes could be getting to me. For those who don’t know, sign fumes can be catastrophically deadly and bad for your mental health, so don’t stare at them for too long.
As I conclude this long, absurd documentation about nothing, it’s good to remember to stay happy, healthy, and prioritize mental health. If you’re in a band play with dynamic contrast, no one does that anymore. If you need a good example, listen to Lucky Man by Emerson, Lake & Palmer, always a good example. And until next time, if I’m lucky enough to make it that far.