As I’ve mentioned here before, I had covid in September. Totally knocked me for six, and my hubby too. In fact hubby is still suffering.
We were talking last night and he said how quickly I got back on my feet from it. And after about three days of being out of it, I was doing things around the house and generally managing things. But that’s not to say I was well. I wasn’t. But things needed doing, he couldn’t do them, so someone had to. And I can also say I was a bit resentful at the time because really all I wanted to do was sleep.
But heres the thing. I was able to do the keep going thing because, like a lot of women, I am used to running on empty.
Just because I don’t want to do things, don’t feel like doing them, don’t feel well, I know I still have to get things done. So I do.
This isn’t a superwoman thing, it’s an everywoman thing. It’s kind of the opposite of man-flu.
Am by the way, still not entirely up to full strength, I get tired very easily and don’t want to get up in the morning. But it’ll pass. And if it doesn’t, then I’ll just carry on functioning anyway.