Since October half term last year DC and most of the time me have been ill on a never-ending 3 wk rotation - ill days 1-7/10, recovery days 10-16, ill again on day 21, this is an average sometimes he's been ill with something new on day 14 when he's not even really recovered from the last thing. Mostly just nasty colds but we've had rotavirus, HF&M twice, tonsilitis, and now covid as well.
I just feel like we're walking through treacle constantly, as even if I don't catch it DC who is a poor sleeper anyway becomes a terrible sleeper. I'm so exhausted I can't think straight I'd love to look for a new job but I have such bad brain fog much of the time I forget my words and lose my train of thought. The house is a fright as I don't have the energy, but in the last few months, I don't have any inclination either.
Life just feels so small and like a stream of canceled plans, I stopped trying to plan or do anything nice in March as one of us was always ill and it was just a horrible waste. We got back from our long awaited 2020 holiday, last week - DC and I spent most of it ill having picked something up on the plane, we were only just recovering from HF&M when we went - I was so ill with that, that loads of my hair, eyelashes and eyebrows fell out, so I felt minging to boot and look dreadful in all the pics. Now we've got covid and I've lost my sense of taste, I honestly feel so, so depressed and like is this it is this life laying on the sofa and wanting to cry because you're so tired one pleasure I had was the odd nice meal or takeaway now that's gone.