06 November 2023
Inconvenience Fee
29 September 2023
Nope, Can’t Do It All
I can’t do it all. I can’t even do most of it. I am trying so hard to figure out how to make that work.
The Atlantic’s long covid coverage is really good; a key observation for me was that people who are depressed don’t want to do anything, but people with chronic fatigue have a whole long list. It’s not that I’m too depressed to do things. I am sad because I can’t.
My brain doesn’t want to hold on to anything, so I’ve outsourced short-term memory and scheduling to my phone. I keep rearranging the lists to make more of the things happen, but it’s not working. Naaatch.
13 September 2023
Everything is Harder, the Tuesday Edition
Is it Tuesday? No, I think it’s Wednesday. But I haven’t gotten to the one thing I wanted to do yesterday, and I’m all out of energy again.
I think this scene in the saga starts on Sunday, when we got three inches of water in 20 minutes and spent then next hour running around trying to keep our garage from flooding.
Is it Wednesday? Yes, it’s Wednesday. And I’m still tired.
This morning I sent a couple of emails to members of a couple of committees I’m on saying I’m probably going to have to resign, and do they want me to resign now or wait until the end of the cycle. Writing is easier than talking, but I’m still worn out by the time I find all the email addresses and send both messages. In addition to the cognitive issues, it’s emotionally hard to send these messages, because the committees do important work, and I want to be able to contribute.
Then I talk through the portal to the provider for one of my medications. Talking is hard to begin with, but talking with dropouts because the wifi signal is weak (my end or hers? I’ll never know) is even harder.
I look at social media. Why does that always turn out to be a mistake? Someone has posted an FYI: CVS has the new covid vax! I want it as soon as possible, because there is anecdotal evidence that getting revaccinated can help with long covid, and I don’t want to get covid again.
I call the local CVS. The recorded message says they have the vaccine in stock. I try to get through to a human, to see if this is really true, but fail, because that’s the way the world is designed right now, because why let a human do a job you can farm out to AI? Shitty AI, if you want my opinion.
I run off to CVS. They don’t have the vaccine. I tell them the recorded message says they do. They know. I try to explain that I don’t have energy to run around like this, because I have very little energy, and misinformation is actually harmful to me. Do they get it? I don’t know if they get it. Talking is hard. Talking when I am already tired.
Then I have to drive to the doctor’s office to pick up the papers for the disability application. At school, Catherine comes out to meet me at the car to take them to HR.
Home. Lunch. Crash.
31 August 2023
Meds, Cognition, and Time
I think I have finally found a way to manage all the meds that doesn’t take a ton of cognitive energy, which I have so little of, all day.
16 August 2023
Covid Brain Damage
Covid damaged my brain. “Brain fog” is too vague a term. It also implies something on par with jet lag. I have lost some kinds of cognitive ability, but not others. Writing this post is documentation as well as part of the process of figuring it out.
My short-term memory is shot and my medium-term memory isn’t so great either. I’ve always been the classic absent-minded professor, and I’ve developed mechanisms to cope: writing things down, creating alarms for myself, leaving notes around. I have a list of my lists, to make sure I won’t forget they exist. All of this memory management, plus more impaired memory, slows me down a lot more than it used to.
But words. Words are hard. I have trouble remembering their meanings and I have trouble finding them.
I can’t keep up when people are talking, I guess because my brain is so slow. I get confused, and then I get lost in the conversation. Weirdly, I come up with the first letter of a word, and then stutter while I try to get the rest. Or I find the word, but in the wrong language. So social interactions are exhausting.
Reading is harder than it used to be. Reading! My mother taught me to read when she was pregnant with my brother so I could occupy myself. I was so young I can’t remember not being able to read. I was the classic bookworm, always with my head in a book. More than that. My mom called me the “reading monster.”
Word recall makes writing harder. Google is great for finding synonyms and even helpful if I can only describe the concept I am trying to name. But it’s also hard for me to organize ideas, at sentence level as well as in paragraphs and longer texts. All of this is tiring: I’m good for maybe an hour. Writing this post is wearing me out.
(On the other hand, my ability to do KenKen hasn’t changed. I had a lot of fun with the now defunct Digits puzzle, and I’ve gone back to Nerdle, which I’m actually finding easier than before. Arithmetic, logic, strategy. Wherever those things are stored in my brain, it’s unaffected.)
This all matters because I can’t do my job. Any of my jobs.
There is no way I could teach a class, and manage the interplay of lecture segments, student activities, discussion, and questions, while keeping track of all the students to make sure no one is lost, distracted, or tuned out.
And then there’s grading. Why grading is hard when teaching literature, where there are a lot of different “right” answers yet also some wrong answers, is a whole other blog post.
I was on sabbatical when I got Covid, and I had a lot of editing and writing balls in the air, and I almost immediately dropped them all. Some of them have been picked up by other people. I have some very, very patient editors. Even staying on top of email is … well, impossible.
I am doing better than I was during the immediate post-covid weeks. Physical therapy and occupational therapy helped some, medications are helping some, fancy new glasses made a difference (and I am getting fine-tuned ones next week). I have a new list of medical professionals to set up meetings with, based on recommendations from my cousin the psychiatrist and the fancy eye doctor.
But progress has stalled. And I don’t know if or when it might get unstalled. Stay tuned, I guess?
04 August 2023
We Need To Find A Way To Ban Plane Advertising
Advertising planes fly over the beach seven days a week in my neighborhood. I am three-quarters of a mile away from the beach. I have been spending a lot of time outdoors resting, when not treed indoors by global boiling or poor air quality.
Even at my distance from the beach, I usually see two or three advertising planes a day, even on weekdays, and more on weekends.
The most common small plane, according to the Intertubes, is the Cessna 172, which seems to require around 8 gallons of gas an hour.
My Honda Fit gets 33 mpg driving around on suburban streets, 40+ on highways. Let’s call it an average of 35 mpg.
Let’s say they’re out there flying for six hours a day: that’s 48 gallons per flight. If that’s a good guess, then one of those planes burns as much gas in under a week as my car does in a year.
One part of me reacts to this by thinking there’s no point in worrying about my own carbon footprint when this is going on.
Another part of me wants to figure out what businesses are flying the planes (the signs face the beach, not my backyard) and write to them all to tell them how I feel about this.
Another part wants to write to Governor Murray and Vin Gopal and suggest that they make this kind of advertising illegal.
And then there’s the part of me that’s feels like all of this is too much, because Long COVID.
But I will, I hope, revise this post into a letter to write to some of my elected officials, and I hope you’ll feel free steal whatever is useful and do the same.
If you do, please let me know. Thank you!
28 July 2023
Pacing and Recovery
You have to pace yourself, the doctors tell me, the occupational therapist tells me, the physical therapist tells me.
Learning to pace myself, it turns out, is a constantly evolving challenge.
I’ve started recovering physical strength, with the help of PT, and I’m able to handle daily life stuff withouth getting out of breath. Taking a shower, unloading the dishwasher, running a couple of loads of laundry. I can even manage some of the medical scheduling on my own — Catherine was doing all of this for me for a couple of months.
I walk Stella. Or does Stella walk me? A month ago, we left the house and walked to the end of the block and back. Now we go around the neighborhood park, a little more than half a mile. We stop a lot so she can sniff things: she paces me.
Last week, I went for my first two bike rides since before COVID, and started lifting again, with the encouragement of the physical therapist. And with a long list of limits and precautions. I saw several deer and a couple of turtles in the park, and I worked up a couple sweats, and it felt great.
I also went to the Apple Store last week because my phone battery was draining itself, and two hours later, I was exhausted, and I’m still not exactly sure why. A combination, I think, of social interaction, overstimulation from all that was going on, and just not being able to rest when I started to flag.
It took me four days to recover.
I have so much trouble with words, mostly finding them, occasionally understanding them. Writing emails is a cognitive challenge. Working on revisions to that overdue book chapter that is is a much bigger challenge. I read a novel a few days ago for the first time since before Covid. I picked it because it was short. I took a lot of breaks.
After I hit “publish” on this post, I’ll go lie back down on the couch.
Yesterday, I went to the beach for the first time this summer. It, too, was exhausting, physically rather than cognitively. I swam only where there were almost no waves, and even that was challenging. Being in the water made it hard to breathe, something that’s never happened before. There was a lot of walking.
I am flattened today. Today, I struggle to go up and down the stairs to the basement. I napped this afternoon, something I haven’t needed to do for a few weeks.
How long will it take to recover?