After diner, we decided to go to Ikea. I had postponed it for a few days, and I was feeling well enough for a short visit. Because it rained almost all day, I hadn’t had the chance to go outside for my daily walk.

Luckily it was a quiet evening, and the overwhelm was less than other moments. I walked behind my wheelchair to have a little exercise and the option to sit down when needed. We took the shortcuts, and I walked 0.5 kilometers.

At the check-out line, a guy pushed ahead and even laughed at me, passing through. I was strolling because that is the way I walk nowadays. I moved forward in line, where I was supposed to stand, before that guy.

He commented to me on pushing ahead. I told him I have Long Covid, and I found it rude that he took my place in line. He told me he didn’t believe in Long Covid, but he thought Cancer was an actual illness.
I got angry with him; my friend calmed me down when I wanted to push him away with my wheelchair. The girlfriend of the guy told him to behave, and I got an apology.

The damage had happened; I was in tears. On the way home, my friend told me that it was hard for him too. I’ve changed much, and I’m a shade of the woman I was before Covid. At home, I realized I was crying about all things that had changed for the first time.

I have been fighting; I tried everything possible in my power to heal. To find a cure to get rid of Long Covid. For a long time, I had the feeling I failed everyone. I didn’t know that by not accepting, the only one I failed was me.

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DAPHNE IN STOCKINGS is a writer with a blog telling her story about surviving blood clots, living with FVL, blood thinners, and stockings. And coping with Covid-19 twice in 2020. She's telling her story about building resilience in a physical and mental struggle to heal.