Thank You, COVID, I’m Back!

It is no secret I have fought hard not to let PCOS define me. It is no secret I suffered a SCAD heart attack while thin, causing me to be sent home during a said heart attack because “I didn’t look like someone having a heart attack.”

Fast forward to today. I get the gift of COVID while attending an outdoor music festival. This festival celebrated that I survived 17 units of college while working and being a mom to two kids, well, three by the end of the semester. I attended the festival to start my week off before summer school, and then a facial would end my week. No, instead, I’m writing this post and changing things.

I have done pretty well with my friend COVID. I have not had a fever since Friday am, and other than being tired, I was good. I received the call yesterday that my doctors want me on a prescription called Paxlovid. They said I am considered high risk. I have Fibromuscular Dysplasia and have a dissection in my neck right now. I figure, though, they assume I’m an untreated diabetic because I take metformin and Victoza. So this little visit from COVID now woke my body dysmorphia.

I wish I had the calm in me like those who accept their bodies for how they are. It would be awesome to feel good about my body like Lizzo. I am not anywhere near feeling good about my body. The previous judgment for either being thin or obese has shown me the judgment one can receive based on their body size or physicians not reading an individual’s medical history.

I write this because I don’t want to go to a dark place. I write this because I know I am not the only one who has felt judged by the medical field. I write this because I do not like my body today. I write this because these feelings are not facts. I will keep writing on my journey: the good and the bad. My hope is one day, I can be happy in my skin and not worry about judgment. It looks like it took a COVID medication to get me writing. So be it.

Day 14 in a time of Covid-19…

Did you know life and life’s ups and downs don’t stop because of a pandemic? True story. Yesterday and today I feel really sad. Letting go of what I thought would happen one day is hard. I cry when I think about it. Between that another situation I’ve said I’d let go I don’t know if my relationship will last for the long run. That’s being honest. Do I want to feel this when that person is someone I’m isolated with? No. The first letting go over time I can do but the second I’m not so sure. Time will tell and this sadness will pass. This is a total growth moment and ya know what? At least I’m forced to feel and work through it because I can’t run from my feelings by over doing it right now.

Yesterday I also took my final walk of the week with the boy. We took a walk each day he was with me. So nice to get out with no one else walking around and spend some time getting a bit of exercise in and the boy being able to scooter. Win/Win for us both. See some good too.

I notice lately I’ve been down more than up with my posts but come on, this isn’t a feel good time in history and this isn’t just hitting the United States. This is a worldwide pandemic and it’s sad. Just so sad. It will get better. That’s the silver lining.

My schedule for the week is ready, I’m focused on bettering me and it’s my alone week. I wonder the good that can happen. Let’s see. Until tomorrow.

Do you see the beautiful white butterfly we saw on our walk? Beauty in a time of Covid-19

Day 8 in a time of Covid-19…

I’ve figured it’s easier to blog first thing in the morning. I’m a morning person. You may be too but I totally space by evening. Here’s the low down into yesterday in a day in the life of homeschooling, working, and being a student in a time of Covid-19.

Schools back in session for me. All my classes are online now so that means not only am I getting my school work done but I’m working my normal job, remotely from home and I’m playing teacher to a 4th grader. My schedule this week is crazy (photo of weekly schedule below).

My 4th grader has issues learning. He is not the only child right now in the United States, doing school at home, with a learning disability. However, he’s my child and it gets to me to see him struggle. By 10:00 am he was in tears overwhelmed doing a school Hot Chili session with his teacher and classmates. He should not be in tears at 10:00 am. We did get our first school session done with no issues. Success. Our second school session didn’t go as planned but guess what? We ended up getting some fresh air and taking a walk around the block twice. He used his scooter, got out some energy, and came home a happier child. Winning!

Work for me is harder when the kids are with me. Working into my schedule and having to work around my sons schedule means I need to stay right on track. Again, not the only American or person in the world going through this but again, it’s new to me and affecting me. Add in getting my school work done I feel so overwhelmed at times during the day and yesterday was only Monday.

Self care is another thing in a time of Covid-19. I notice because I’m sooo busy that I just eat whatever and my workouts suffer. I’m working hard daily to not let this happen. My body dysmorphia doesn’t stop when there’s a pandemic happening. Today I start over. We can always start over. Today I will practice pausing to make sure I stay on track for myself.

Today’s a new day. I’m going to just try and get all my important stuff done early in the morning since I’m a morning person. Here’s to a new day, in our new normal, during a time of Covid-19.

The boy and my schedule for the week, Oh My!
The boy getting some energy out, keeping social distance from others but being a kid.