Still Breathing

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For a while, I was actually concerned.

On Thursday morning, I had to cancel all of my morning meetings. I was coughing so much and so hard that I was certain that I was shredding my lungs, which were burning and causing me to breathe hard, which only aggravated my coughing.

COVID sucks.

By noon, that day, I was so tired from coughing and my head was throbbing that I had to lie down. I managed to fall asleep and got almost two hours of rest before I had to get back to work.

I have deadlines.

The coughing subsided through the day but would hurt every time one crept up. For the next couple of days, any time I had a passing cough, I could taste blood at the back of my mouth, could smell it in my nostrils.

I have no idea what damage was actually caused by my bout with this virus but it wasn't mild. And thankfully, being triple-vaxxed, it didn't get worse. (I hate to imagine how bad it could have been had I not been inoculated.)

It's no secret that we're experiencing the next wave of this pandemic, with our provincial government doing absolutely nothing to keep us safe. But we can take things into our own hands, like wearing a mask, avoiding close, indoor contact with others. If you haven't had your third shot (or any shots), take the jab.

Keep yourself and those around you safe.

I'm better now. I'm not at 100 percent—I'm still finding myself out of breath from time to time—but the virus is behind me. For now.

I'm still breathing and I hope my lungs heal soon. And I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

Stay safe.