You know those annoying insects that never die? Like, no matter how many times you whack it, it just wobbles around with missing wings and limbs – refusing to die. Cockroaches I think.
Anyways, between the chronic illness, infections and now Covid … I seem to have located my inner cockroach.
I guess what I’m trying to say is – I’m okay. Pretty exhausted and slightly battered. But still scuttling along.
(This update is for those who have been wondering how I am since getting Covid)
