My goal at this point is just to survive long Covid as long as I can. Avoiding additional damage is one tactic to get there, but my gut is telling me that even the damage already done is enough to kill me.
I have a family history of death from cardiac issues, with my father dying at 46, my grandfather at 65, and my great-grandfather at 62, all of MI (myocardial infarction, AKA “heart attack”). Until Covid, I was in excellent health, had reasonably low body fat percentage, and exercised regularly. Since long Covid, I would describe myself as sedentary, my body fat is up around 28%, and my health is fair at best. My estimated life expectancy using various calculators has already dropped from 97 to 85.
I don’t really have a path forward other than continuing to pace myself as well as I can to reduce how often I crash, but the last few weeks I have not been good in that respect, especially on vacation. I really wanted to enjoy myself the first couple of days, but a couple of long days in the sun and late nights led to 3 days spent mostly in bed sleeping.
Now I am back to work. Yesterday was a day of meetings, and even with a 1 hr nap after lunch, I still had to go to bed early. Today I am toasty and other than one meeting and a couple of hours of email catchup, I just can’t focus, my head hurts, I can’t see straight, and I may actually be in the midst of a nightmare rather than awake typing this on phone.