DAY 766: Covid, etc.

Today is day 6 of Covid symptoms, all of which are finally getting milder: extreme sinus headache, coughing, stuffy head, hot flashes, tiredness, achy (but no fever), sneezing, hoarseness. It did not go down into my lungs, perhaps in part because I’ve been inhaling mullein smoke, through my mouth when my nose was clogged. It seems counterintuitive, but it works — as my herbal and witchy friends will attest.

I will try to keep this brief. I packed up and left my dad’s as soon as I learned I was exposed. I spent Tuesday night on the road and then pulled into the farm Wednesday, parked by the fence. Thursday I woke up with symptoms. Instead of hot, now it was cold at night, so I was putting on the heater. I could only sleep in the hammock, this time because I couldn’t put my head back on a pillow. I blew through three boxes of tissues and a roll of paper towels, and Pye needed food and litter, so I left yesterday. I was lucky to place an order for a no-contact pickup at Walmart last night. Today I am sipping iced coffee next to a covered bridge. Several people are in the river, so I keep waiting for them to leave but more people come in to replace them. Some point at my bus. (By the time they all left, it was raining, but I walked down anyway. The water was nice. So was the rain.)

I am finally pulling myself out of the dark hole I felt like I was pushed into over the weekend by a cluster fuck of big and little things from relationships to an $871 fraudulent charge on my credit card, from Covid to cat scratches on my back when I rolled over onto Pye, and the list goes on. There was little I could do little but sit in the hammock, force myself to eat and drink water, meditate, and think. Not feeling well, those thoughts went to dark places where I set a table set for one at my pity party. After a couple of days of self talk, and moving to a Verizon coverage area, I’m doing better. Like my Covid symptoms, I have a ways to go with this situational depression, but I know life is good, and I am blessed and divinely guided. The pint of Enlightened ice cream also helped. I can feel my feet back under me and see my path, even though I don’t know where it’s taking me when this in-between, seed, sitting-in-the-dark stage ends. In the meantime, I was moved to make another vision board, and draw the first draft of a floor plan for my maybe-next-year shortie bus.

It might be a while before I can get rid of all my symptoms and get back into the house.

The rain that started is supposed to continue until Friday morning. I am amazed that even though it’s raining, the solar panels are getting enough light to keep my battery to at 100%. But I’m not taking changes. As soon as I post this, the power is going off and I go back to minimal living (2 USB ports, the fridge, my cPap, the fan for the diesel heater, a battery lantern, and a solar light. Oh, and a small power pack to recharge the phone and one of the fans.

Blessings to you all.