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And it's a weird feeling. I don't fit where I used to: 7Kg of weight loss has dramatically changed the shape of my seat interface, and my legs fit under the desk a load better.
I'm not fine - don't start thinking this is over yet, it's far off "normal" - I spent 2 hours trying to get a formatted email out and failing miserably (Every time I fixed the formatting on one bit, it changed somewhere else at random). Finally decided "that'll do", sent it and found I'd sent the guy an email that consisted only of "WTF" an hour and a half earlier that I didn't intend, and don't remember writing. That needed an apology email ... and round we go!
Typing is ... um ... poor - hunt and peck is quicker than touch typing due the huge number of errors I'm making - my head is seriously muzzy, coffee tastes like ... well, frankly I'm not sure, but actual coffee is not involved at all. Gawd I hope my sense of taste improves soon - it's like I have a mouth all done out with flock wallpaper and my tongue is sitting in a hot tub in leopard-skin budgie smugglers.
I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying. And until I can trust my judgement there, I'll stay well clear of QA as I'm far too easily confused by normal people to risk approaching the Special Needs Kids ATM.
I have waded through my emails - all 1733 of 'em - and have just a line of 7 pretty red "deal with this" flags to work on later instead. Not touching those yet, they need my brain working properly.
But, we are getting better, in little steps - mine faster than Herselfs, but that's to be expected, she's older, and she was seriously overworked for a few months before we went down with this.
I'd seriously like to say a huge "THANK YOU!" to everyone here who has put up with my intermittent disease progress reports, and everyone who sent us messages of support and kindness. You know who you are and we love you all!
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I was literally writing you an email to see how you're going so thank you so much for the update.
Take it easy and at the first sign of anything going downhill - anything - call your doctor. Too many stories (but putting in perspective, probably still highly unlikely) of people feeling better then 24hrs later it's all very, very bad very suddenly.
We've all been thinking about you at CodeProject so it seems like we're stuck with you for a while longer.
Thank goodness. I owe you a pint, and dammit, I'm paying that debt as soon as possible.
And bonus points for the use of the term budgie smugglers.
The most important thing is to do the steps in the correct direction, no hurry. One after another.
Looking forward to read "it's over" soon
If something has a solution... Why do we have to worry about?. If it has no solution... For what reason do we have to worry about?
Help me to understand what I'm saying, and I'll explain it better to you
Rating helpful answers is nice, but saying thanks can be even nicer.
We were happy to hear from you; not knowing makes you imagine the worst.
I'm definitely not up to dev work, and it'll be days before I even think of trying.
My mother recovered from Corona two weeks ago and still feels the effects. Lack of strength, tires easily, sometimes a bit absent-minded.
From what I read, the disease attacks red blood cells and strength will slowly come back. Here's the rub; brains don't like to be low on oxygen and don't repair like muscles.
You take it slow. Once food has a bit decent taste again, you both go relax in the garden with a big nice BBQ and do a private party. Development can wait; there'll be enough work left if you return later than planned.
Here's to you
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