Many COVID patients needed 9 months to regain baseline well-being, study suggests | CIDRAP
… COVID-positive participants reported compromised mental well-being for up to 9 months after infection. Physical well-being returned after 3 months, but up to 20% of patients continued experiencing suboptimal overall [health-related quality of life (HRQoL)] 1 year post-infection.
Four distinct well-being classes emerged at all study timepoints: optimal overall, poor mental, poor physical, and poor overall HRQoL. COVID-19 patients were more likely to return to the optimal HRQoL class than COVID-negative respondents. Notably, participants in the poor physical HRQoL and poor overall HRQoL classes had much more severe acute COVID-19 symptoms, higher rates of underlying conditions, and more symptoms at baseline.
Among those in the poor overall HRQoL category, 42.4% reported that they had long COVID at final follow-up, versus 24.2% among those in the poor physical HRQoL class, 17.8% in the poor mental HRQoL class, and 9.7% in the optimal class. …
It hadn’t been very long after D and I had rec’d the very first vaccination and booster when we came down with the plague. Our symptoms were mild, his even more so. Acetaminophen was V helpful, as it had been while going thru the shots’ side effects. Still, frequent or constant pain in my joints and some muscle groups, esp the ones who’d been bothering me before covid; the lack of energy (forced to pause on the staircases’ landings, having to stop & lean against a wall halfway to/from the kitchen); and the intellectual issues ground me down. The 1st two were so tiresome they made me crabby, and sometimes weepy, but the last often terrified me.
My mind felt tired.
I didn’t want to think about stuff, which is What I Do. I’d beg D to put on nonsensical cartoons, so I wouldn’t hafta think about what was on the screen.
Composing a brief reply to simple emails from friends, usually such fun, was drudgery, a chore I’d put off doing as long as I could. I’d try to answer them quickly, whenever I’d find my energy levels were approaching semi-normal.
Common fucking words in everyday parlance (frying pan, air conditioner, notebook) were still evading me several times a day after 6 months, and I was so scared. That probably finally ended after damn near 7 mos.
I am my head. I’ve sort of dissociated from this body since childhood; like Sherlock, I view it as a brain-container, simply a means of getting my mind to different places. My mind is all I am, so that fear was profound.
What were your experiences with and recovering from the plague, dearest Elsewherians?