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It's been an extremely eventful couple of weeks. So this post is going to be long. I thought about doing it in two posts, but everything is interconnected. So you're getting the whole thing in one big post. Here we go:
About 10 days ago, my appointment to be screened for the Med School Covid Program finally arrived. And I've been accepted into the program! I will soon begin working with a couple of their recovery programs, including Physical Therapy (to help minimize fatigue and regain strength, energy, balance and coordination lost to Covid19) and Cognitive Reprogramming (to assist with minimizing the brain fog, memory loss and changes in my sense of smell that still afflict me).
They also encouraged me to change my PCP to someone in the Med School Internal Medicine department. THANK GOODNESS ... because the PCP I was assigned by my current clinic when my beloved PCP changed her specialty and could no longer be my PCP, is not a good fit. She does not believe Long-COVID is a thing, and instead of viewing all my symptoms as manifestations of one illness, was attempting to treat each one individually with various medications. It was ridiculous! Like putting Clearasil on chickenpox. I was very worried her gaslighting could cause me to lose my Long Term Disability. I'm grateful that I can let that worry go!
All of this has made me feel hopeful for the first time in a very long time.
In other news, last week my Mom turned 88. On that same day, I moved her into an apartment in a beautiful Assisted Living location. Her needs have increased at the same time my ability to provide additional assistance has decreased. I struggle most days just to take care of myself. And in her effort to avoid adding to my load, Mom has not been asking for the help she really needed. So back in November, we both agreed she should move to an assisted living facility sometime soon. I visited and called multiple places in the Portland area, and found her a spot in what seems to be a very excellent place. Still, this was tough to do ... for both of us. But it was certainly time.
That was on Thursday the 27th. That night, I was so exhausted, I could barely move. And that evening I noticed that my sense of smell was 100% gone. Gone. Until I physically pushed myself to the limit, my sense of smell had been coming back pretty well, with only one category of scents still missing or muted. But Thursday, it was all gone. It is coming back, but it's not back to where it was before the move. In addition to missing scents, I'm experiencing a lot of phantom smells. And I've been sleeping 12-15 hrs a night ever since Thursday.
I swear, people, this Long-COVID has messed me up in multiple ways. And they don't know yet if Omicron will result in Long-COVID. If you haven't already had a version of COVID, I hope you can remain COVID-free. And if you've had COVID, keep track of your lingering symptoms. You'll need that info if you need to apply for Social Security Disability or Long Term Disability down the road.
Take care of each other, my friends!
About 10 days ago, my appointment to be screened for the Med School Covid Program finally arrived. And I've been accepted into the program! I will soon begin working with a couple of their recovery programs, including Physical Therapy (to help minimize fatigue and regain strength, energy, balance and coordination lost to Covid19) and Cognitive Reprogramming (to assist with minimizing the brain fog, memory loss and changes in my sense of smell that still afflict me).
They also encouraged me to change my PCP to someone in the Med School Internal Medicine department. THANK GOODNESS ... because the PCP I was assigned by my current clinic when my beloved PCP changed her specialty and could no longer be my PCP, is not a good fit. She does not believe Long-COVID is a thing, and instead of viewing all my symptoms as manifestations of one illness, was attempting to treat each one individually with various medications. It was ridiculous! Like putting Clearasil on chickenpox. I was very worried her gaslighting could cause me to lose my Long Term Disability. I'm grateful that I can let that worry go!
All of this has made me feel hopeful for the first time in a very long time.
In other news, last week my Mom turned 88. On that same day, I moved her into an apartment in a beautiful Assisted Living location. Her needs have increased at the same time my ability to provide additional assistance has decreased. I struggle most days just to take care of myself. And in her effort to avoid adding to my load, Mom has not been asking for the help she really needed. So back in November, we both agreed she should move to an assisted living facility sometime soon. I visited and called multiple places in the Portland area, and found her a spot in what seems to be a very excellent place. Still, this was tough to do ... for both of us. But it was certainly time.
That was on Thursday the 27th. That night, I was so exhausted, I could barely move. And that evening I noticed that my sense of smell was 100% gone. Gone. Until I physically pushed myself to the limit, my sense of smell had been coming back pretty well, with only one category of scents still missing or muted. But Thursday, it was all gone. It is coming back, but it's not back to where it was before the move. In addition to missing scents, I'm experiencing a lot of phantom smells. And I've been sleeping 12-15 hrs a night ever since Thursday.
I swear, people, this Long-COVID has messed me up in multiple ways. And they don't know yet if Omicron will result in Long-COVID. If you haven't already had a version of COVID, I hope you can remain COVID-free. And if you've had COVID, keep track of your lingering symptoms. You'll need that info if you need to apply for Social Security Disability or Long Term Disability down the road.
Take care of each other, my friends!