My strategy of "aah it'll be fine I'll do my things and this will pass" for dealing with post-covid exhaustion resulted in a big crash of 24h bed&pain, a mother of migraines and several desperate crying sessions. So I decided to call in a reinforcement of professionals.
The WHO has a brochure on self-management of post-covid - rehabilitation which gave me a scale of exhaustion and phases of increasing activity. (I'll link to it later)
A cognitive-behavioral therapist (me, it was myself) made a daily planner/diary in spreadsheet form with the categories well-being (morning, midday, evening), activities done and how exhausting were they (scale 1-10) and a field for nice/happy things and things I'm thankful for (I'm third wave, duh)
My dad came to clean my kitchen and it is gleaming now and that makes me feel so good. Also we had a good talk about our sensory issues of the week (a bucket in the courtyard on which raindrops fall making it go boing in an unpleasant frequency and skin is dry and itches but bodylotion makes it greasy and clammy for a while) and the current state of the construction sites around us.
Feeling hopeful that it will be okay in a while and that I can get back to walking for more than a few hundred meters a day.
By accident there is a poll here now and this clusterfuck lets me neither delete it nor post without putting something, so tell me
Thai for lunch
Pasta for lunch













