I know a few have been wondering why I have been gone for so long. Well... I got COVID in early November from a very dippy person who I hate. I am no longer sick sick but it pretty much left me having my asthma flaring up 24/7 for the last month. It is as glorious as it sounds.
I have trouble concentrating (because you need oxygen to think), I can't talk much without feeling dizzy, and I can't move at all without devolving into coughing fits that leave me feeling weak and light headed that don't end unless I pull out the big guns of asthma medicine. It sucks. And I feel miserable often. I keep telling friends and family that I am tired because it is draining on me emotionally at this point. I often feel like crying by day's end and I just want to get better but the doctor's don't have answers for me. I will be on my 4th steroid treatment because at least it stops me from getting worse. COVID didn't kill me but I can't do anything. I can't drive, I can't work, and I can't leave my house.
So, please, treat COVID seriously. You never know how it will affect you. You can be fine. You can be like my sibling who is dealing with the brain fog. You can be like me, living in misery. Or you can be dead.
This isn't the flu, I've never been wiped out for a month from the flu and I've never felt like I had to ask for help emotionally because of the flu because that is what I am doing now. I am reaching out for a hand to hold mine because I am scared and I am tired.
On those notes I cannot give out a schedule for new chapters for Red Rivers and Nightmares but I will try because the worse the moments get in that story it helps to alleviate some of my own misery.