I know it's been like three months since I last wrote something in this sacred space. A lot of things have happened. Mysterious, crazy, mystical things. They say feeding, caring, and loving strays bestow good luck on the carer. Hmmm, I think I have to collect my long overdue rewards then. Like after rescuing and having Alvin treated for parvo and coronavirus (spending a month's worth of my pay), I, along with my team over at work got redundant. I also lost some of my beloved fosters, including Buddy the dog whom I was caring for for the last two and a half years (this really broke my heart). Then, I had one health episode after another (long COVID, medicine side effects, withdrawal symptoms from a drug). As I'm writing this, I am actually wondering why I'm still around. Just two short weeks ago, I was battling the wearying, life-draining effects of what I suspect to be long COVID - too weak to do anything much apart from sitting or lying down, so much muscle aches and pains all over, a deep metallic taste that will not allow me to eat solids for 2-3 weeks, hot flashes, difficulty breathing, difficulty sleeping, diarrhea, chills, fever like a virtual smorgasboard of symptoms you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. I think I lost 15-20 pounds in just a week. Earlier, Bioflu had the weirdest side effects on me (losing spatial sense and my balance to name just two).
