I have long covid. I can only stand for a few minutes - long enough for a shower - and can manage to walk around the house. When we went down to Cornwall for my FIL’s funeral, I needed assistance on the plane and train journeys, and a wheelchair at the hotel and the funeral - it is horrible being so disabled.
I was turned down by the long Covid service in Scotland, but I am using my adult disability payment to pay for private physio - I’ve been doing the exercises for almost a year now, and I don’t feel any better - if anything, I’m worse.
I don’t ’participate’ in online long covid communities, but I can absolutely understand the need to find support with this horrible condition - especially when I see people who seem to think sufferers are making it up or choosing to be unwell. I’d love to be able to cook meals, go to the shops or the library, do some cleaning, but it is impossible.
If I do do something more than the basics, I pay for it for days. If I get ill, even with something mild that I would have shrugged off before I had covid, it sets me back so far. I have lymphocytic colitis, so basically, if the condition flares up, my large intestine gets inflamed and I get awful diarrhoea. I recently had my first flare since having Covid, and it lasted for over two and a half months, and because my body was trying to deal with the inflammation, my general condition got so much worse.
It is a real illness, and it can ruin lives - I have very little life now - I sit in my chair, and once a week, I go to a knitting group - that is pretty much all my life consists of. I do my best to be happy about what I do have, rather than bitter about what I’ve lost, but it isn’t always easy.