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I think that is a very good description Jack. For me it isn't like an accident or sudden loss because I was in such a stupor early on and the damage occurred more gradually than something like a wreck would cause. We didn't know what was happening, didn't know how much or even if I would get better. We've never known. Never really had answers. We've heard alot of doctors say "I don't know" which was a shock (we had the illusion that doctors would have answers and they don't. They're human. It's a relatively new virus with so many residuals they don't know what to tell us)

I do feel robbed. I feel like it has taken a bit of some inner part of me and pulled it out. A hole remains there, a hollow, empty place that's dark & kind of scary. You said it so well. That you can't find parts that you know you had. Like a thief took them or at least moved them to another place within our "house" or body or self. This virus stole my health. It has stolen my optimism of living to be an active older person because my body already groans with the pains of a much older person - what will I be like in 20 years? It has stolen much of my independence, my "I can do anything" attitude. And oh, yes - Jack - you nailed it on the head when you said there's no outward appearance of damage. We look so "normal" on the outside. People cannot see how violated we feel on the inside. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I'm surprised that I look as good as I do - much better than I feel somedays. No wonder they look at me and say "you look fine" - "you must be back to 100% now" - "you look so strong" - they don't have a clue. I have to focus and balance to walk but apparently it isn't visible. People tell me that they can't tell that I struggle to walk, but I feel like I am bobbing & weaving and dragging one leg. I've seen my reflection in a window as I walked and sure enough, other than leaning further back than I should, my balancing act isn't really visible. Strange....it feels like such an effort to me to walk....to lift my feet, to not stumble and yet it doesn't show so much as you'd think.

But I ramble...

Yes, very well said Jack - being robbed. Some days I feel like the "new" sofa and chair are going to be fine. Other days I long for my old stuff!