I stand up and the room spins violently.
I hunch over,forearms on my thighs, heart pounding, waiting for the dizziness to pass, because if I dont I will keel over and faint right there.
My family glances at me like Iβm the crazy one and then carries on as if nothing happened.
Later I snap,
βWhat would it take for you to take this seriously? Me blacked out on the ground with my skull cracked on the pavement?!β
They shrug. βYou do it all the time so we figure youβre fine. Itβs constant.β
This is living with Long Covid in a house that never believed in Covid from day one.
No masks, no precautions.
We keep getting reinfected because they dont care and I keep paying for it with my body, my mind, my soul, and my life.
How many of us are trapped in this nightmare while the people who are supposed to love us look away?
The silent majority of people who have Long Covid with families who do not get it knows exactly what I mean.
Right? Or is it just me?