Covid

I tested positive for Covid on Sunday. After a restless night, I impatiently waited for 8:00 a.m. so I could call my medical provider. I got voicemail.

More than two hours went by, and my anxiety flew sky high. This is the first time I’ve had an illness since Harlan died. I had no nurse; no advocate. My worst imaginings took over. Finally, I called a different provider, minutes before my return call came.

Before noon, I had a hot meal at my door from a friend, and I had meds picked up by another friend. My anxiety lowered.

The Al-Anon program teaches that when I am “Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired,” I should HALT. Instead, this morning I panicked.

But that moment is past. This afternoon the sun is shining, I know I will be well soon, and I am so grateful to be supported by loving friends.