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COVID week
Jan. 29th, 2022 07:37 pmI've had COVID for the past week - sprog brought it back from school and we both went down. I've had my vaccines so it wasn't the worst it could be but fuck me did it hurt. Constant hideous joint pain and a bad headache that even good painkillers didn't touch. Seems to be a thing that affects some people, other than that it was mostly a bad cold.
It sucked in that I got very little done other than sleep and hang in there. But I did think a lot. And just about keep up with my January Challenge thing.
Day 23 was about being heard. Take a few minutes to think about what it feels like for you to feel listened to, or heard. I'm not sure how great a listener I am. I hope I'm OK. But the recurring theme of January has been to be authentic, to take up space, to be heard.
The night before COVID felled me, I felt heard. I had a quiet night in with two close female friends and for the first time in years I felt relaxed and not constantly self monitoring. Maybe I had little to say, but I didn't feel self conscious. Nobody rolled their eyes at me or obviously zoned out. I didn't make myself small, I didn't feel awkward with my klutzy arm waving.
I was just me. Queer, awkward, vulnerable. Valid. And it felt good.
It sucked in that I got very little done other than sleep and hang in there. But I did think a lot. And just about keep up with my January Challenge thing.
Day 23 was about being heard. Take a few minutes to think about what it feels like for you to feel listened to, or heard. I'm not sure how great a listener I am. I hope I'm OK. But the recurring theme of January has been to be authentic, to take up space, to be heard.
The night before COVID felled me, I felt heard. I had a quiet night in with two close female friends and for the first time in years I felt relaxed and not constantly self monitoring. Maybe I had little to say, but I didn't feel self conscious. Nobody rolled their eyes at me or obviously zoned out. I didn't make myself small, I didn't feel awkward with my klutzy arm waving.
I was just me. Queer, awkward, vulnerable. Valid. And it felt good.
