Week Two with COVID – Moon Day (Monday) Musings #COVID #Journal #SocialMediaMonday

Week Two with COVID – Moon Day (Monday) Musings #COVID #Journal #SocialMediaMonday

Week Two with COVID – Moon Day (Monday) Musings

By Patty L. Fletcher


Moon Phase Waning Crescent

Hi, everybody.

I hope this post finds you doing well. Here, I’m hanging in and hanging on whilst hanging out with my Big, Blue Dog, my email, blogger, social media and ACB (American Council of the Blind) Zoom Community friends.

What did we do before social media outlets and Zoom rooms?

And how on earth did I get along without my Big, Blue Dog?

I must admit with complete honesty, that the past week and weekend was hideous. I had aches in places I’m not sure I knew I had. I had muscle cramps, fatigue, chest and head congestion, and a bit of fever.

The cough was such that I felt as though my very bones were shivering and even poor Blue had enough on Saturday night or early Sunday morning and moved from the bed to his crate. When he flopped down in his crate, he gave a sigh that stated quite clearly, “Gees Mom, I love ya but a dog’s gotta get some sleep.”

Much of this past week and weekend are nothing more than a sad blur for me. Losing the opportunity to see my daughter, son in law and grands was devastating in ways I don’t have words with which to describe. It was much worse than any physical symptom I’ve endured.

I woke at 3 in the morning today, with tears in my eyes as a dream of them faded away.

I’ll treasure the hour or so I spent with them on Monday and give thanks to the good and kind creator that no one has been sickened by my visit with them before I knew I was COVID positive.

I’m not where I want to be, by any longshot but I suppose I must state I’m better than I was.

I don’t want to push myself so the walk Blue and I took around 11 today will be the last long one we take unless it remains cool this evening and I get a little rest.

The first walk we took at just after 6:30 was horrible. The humidity was at 96 percent and there was no breeze. The air lay about as if inside a tomb. By the time we got to Blue’s relief area number 1 I was gasping like a landed fish. I normally recover fairly well before we continue uphill to relief area number 2 but this time not so much.

I had to apply great concentration to keep my breathing deep and regular and to stop and rest when I began feeling too breathless.

Though I was breathless, weak, sweating and trembling profusely by the time we returned home somehow, I felt invigorated. I know the feelings contradict one another but there it is.

I found thanks to the heavy deep breathing I was able to clear a bit of congestion and the profuse sweating left me feeling cleaned out.

I fed and watered Blue, then went to the bathroom to clean up.

After I’d washed my face, hands, and arms, freshened my deodorant, and brushed out my hair Blue was through and ready to play.

Thankfully, I’d set the coffeepot to brew while we were out.

Walking to the sink to get a cup out of the drainer where last night’s dishes were drying, I said, “OK. Big Blue. Hang on a minute. Let the old mother get a cuppa and settle down here and I shall throw that squeaky ball all you like.”

He took me at my word, let me tell you. He’s been very good and quite patient while I’ve been sick but today, he’d had enough and would not be denied a good long game of ball and tug.

When he was finally sated and lying happily in the floor chewing a bone, I poured myself a second cuppa and went to tackle the 3 or 4 day’s-worth of email which had accumulated in my inboxes.

When I’d whittled that down I joined the ACB Presents the Daily Schedule Call and enjoyed chatting amongst my friends. I’d missed that time and it felt wonderful to hear all their voices again whilst enjoying a cup of brew.

Soon that was over, and I was feeling hungry. Before today, I’d have said the only hunger had been my body’s need for fuel. Today, however, I was genuinely hungry and wanting something hearty. I settled on a can of Dinty Moore Beef Stew and low and behold I ended up eating the entire can. I’d not known I was so ravenous until I’d started eating.

I’d also emptied the gallon jug I keep water in. It hadn’t been quite full because I’d poured some into Blue’s water bowl after he had his morning drink, but I’d say about half.

After everything was cleared up and put away, I decided I’d go ahead and walk Blue again. Rain was in the forecast, and I figured I may as well blow my little remaining energy on a walk.

Once back inside I settled down for games on my phone and relaxation and rest for my body. I was fatigued again, and my body was crying out for quiet.

Here I am an hour or so later feeling tired but like I might be slowly turning the corner. I’m still symptomatic. In fact, I have a headache which is threatening to cut this writing short and send me to reclinerVille.

I believe I’ll leave you here. There’s not much more to say. This has been a beastly thing to go through and it has taxed me physically and emotionally.

I thank you for reading this far if you did.

May Harmony find You.

Blessid Be.


A circle with text reading “Patty’s World” diagonally across (right side lifted slightly).

The circle soft green with a light blue border (colors matching the Patty’s Worlds website). The

text is all caps and looks handwritten, similar to a comic book. The text is the same color blue,

but with a darker teal outline around each letter to distinguish where they slightly overlap the

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About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.

Currently her works are on sale in eBook for 50 percent off during the Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale until the end of this month at: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/PattyFletcher

They can also be found at: https://www.amazon.com/Patty-L.-Fletcher/e/B00Q9I7RWG

In Paperback and Kindle.


  1. I like hearing how you are doing, and I enjoy your writing as well as your sharing. Thank you, All blessings, Tasha

  2. Hi Patty, I am so sorry you’ve been so ill with miserable Covid. I had it in March and it took me three months to recover. It is not a joke at all, even after three jabs. Hugs to you and keep getting better.

    1. Hi Robbie, nope this is no joke to be sure.
      Just doing what I can when I can and leaving the rest for another day.
      Thanks for reading and commenting.

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