Finally It Got Me

Hello pals,

Day 2 of testing positive for Covid. It’s only the second time in my life I find myself saying “I didn’t think it would happen to me.”

My faithful companion Izzy, or Izzibald (well, there are a lot of names we have for him…Izzy, Pizz, Pizzbert) has been by my side day and night. And Michael, who seems so far relatively untouched by it (he has had it once already) has been taking care of me. I know very well I could have been going through this alone, so if any of you have, or ever do, my heart goes out to you.

As a singer, it’s easy to worry about all the horrible outcomes of this. I’ve heard there can be many. Mostly I have other worries at the moment because my mom has also tested positive. She however seems to have an optimistic outlook, shrugging it off saying “it feels like a flu”. I’m not sure where my negative streak came from then…if this is the woman I was born unto.

When I panic at any time in life, I try to visualize a time beyond the hardship. It’s a little like envisioning the sun when all you can see is cloud cover. You know it’s there. If you take a plane you rise into the stratosphere and see the sun. So whatever happens, I know we will all be ok.

My chest hurts, it feels like an anvil is on it. My head has been hurting and my back too. I am trying not to cough as I know that will make it worse. I’ve been in bed for a day and a half now or maybe it’s been 3 if you add up the nights. Who knows.

When I feel despondent, I think of the rays of sunshine that all of you are. Our hangs, big or small. The years of shows and friendship and your support. This is probably why I’ve taken to writing to all of you before doing any work I’m supposed to get done. I wouldn’t have the work if it weren’t for you.

Sending you all my love from my bedroom…

Yours in ill health,

Emm XOXO