Well, that sucks…

Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.

Emory Austin

Hey, Lovelies.

Let’s put in a disclaimer first – if you are expecting love, light and unicorns in this post, move along, cos I have the crankies!

To be honest, I am not really inclined to write a blog. Or to do anything much at all. But my inboxes are filled with messages, and my phone with missed calls and texts, and I didn’t want you to worry, so… here is a little update.

As most of you know, I had my COVID booster on Friday, 31 January. After having bad reactions to Pfizer, this time my Doctor recommended Moderna, so that it didn’t flair up the pericarditis I suffered from the first two times.

Yay, no heart pain or wild arrhythmias this time. So, a win right?
Yeah, no.

I never do particularly well with any kind of vaccine. But I get them, because I’d rather weather the post-vaccine storm than end up dead from whatever illness I am trying to avoid. When you’re immuno-compromised life is a constant trade-off of one crap choice against another crap choice.

So, I still ended up unwell from the booster. Night sweats, swollen glands, deep fatigue, fevers and chills, vision disturbance, nausea and vomiting, body aches, rashes, nerve pain, excruciating back pain and the worst headache of my life, that lasted for a full week.
The booster also stirred up my thyroid issues, Lyme symptoms and bladder infection. Which was also expected. And then fluid around my heart and breathlessness. Which was not.

Result? Sheer fucking misery. (LOL – let me tell you how I really feel!)
Anyway, my cardiologist prescribed three weeks of bedrest (which I thought at the time might be excessive, and so I started planning all the lovely things I would do while I was resting…) and lo and behold I am going to need all of those three weeks, and maybe a little more to get back to any kind of normal.

So, that’s where I am at. I have managed a couple of showers. My hair is knotty but not dreadlocked. Ben is catering admirably, with help from a few dear friends, and overall I don’t smell too bad.

Meanwhile, my team are managing things well on the work front, and I have been so miserable that the house could have burned down and I would have barely noticed.

But, I can see improvement, so now I just need time to make those improvements big enough to be meaningful.
Thanks for all the love, positive energy and care you have been sending my way.

I truly appreciate it, and I look forward to being back on deck as soon as I am cleared for duty.
Also, as I revealed at the start of this post, I’m quite cranky right now (you’d be cranky too with a bladder like mine), so please don’t bombard me with cures and solutions, or any conspiracy crap. My medical team is awesome, I am utilizing traditional and wholistic medicine as always, my diet is every kind of anti-inflammatory goodness, and I am well looked after.
I’ll be back to blogging just as soon as I can sit upright without pain, see straight, and have a head that doesn’t feel like it might explode.
Much love to you, from here at the treehouse,

A worn-out but still kicking Nicole xx

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