Wednesday, October 20, 2021

Covid Wrath




Hubby and I both got Covid.  He got it first and then I got it from him.  He has been feeling sluggish back in August so he booked an appointment to his doctor.  He went and get examined on the 16th of September and the doctor did not find anything wrong.  
This rock symbolizes my darkest days during covid and brighter days post covid.
The next week, he started having body chill.  I told him  to just work from home but he went anyway because he said he had a lot of things to do there.  He came home Monday with a little fever so I told him again to stay home on a Tuesday.  He went again but came home in the middle of the day because he was feeling terrible. He was burning up that night so I stayed up all night rubbing damp towel on his body.  He was miserable and I felt so bad and worried sick.  He went to the ER the next morning and tested positive with Covid.  His was different than mine, they call it Ronarrhea (Corona Diarrhea).  He recovered rather quickly with his.  By the end of the week, he was feeling better already after he received an IV and antibiotic.

I had a bad migraine when I came  home from school serving lunch on Wednesday.  I didn't really suspect it to be the virus because  migraine is just a part of my daily life.  The next morning, I still have the migraine but this time I have body chills already.  That was the start for me, I went downhill from there. My migraine was getting worse each day no matter how I tried to take care of it by taking medicine. I do however still able to do chores around the house despite the body ache.  

On the next week, I was bedridden already.  I started coughing and having shortness of breath.  On the 12th day, my husband took me to the ER because I started getting nauseous on the 10th day and I couldn't stand without getting dizzy.  Even just going to the bathroom was hard, I start hyperventilating when I go.  Mind you, our bedroom has a bathroom and it takes like 5-7 steps to reach it.  

You might think that I am making it it up but I'm not.  I couldn't do the simplest things like drinking.  When I try to drink, I suffocate.  I couldn't drink without panicking.    I tried to take shower but almost passed out twice.  I would go in the shower and a minute later, I was hyperventilating and couldn't breath, it was the scariest thing I've ever had to deal with.  I have never been that sick in my life.  This covid is nasty!

I was so dehydrated when I went to the ER, I didn't have strength because I wasn't eating either.  When I tried to eat, it just comes out few minutes later.  With my luck, the ER was full that day, it took us almost 3 hours before I was finally seen by a doctor.  

The first nurse that came to take some blood from me had a hard time finding a vein in my left arm but she managed to get some blood.  It was a bloody mess when she got done.  She told my husband that she's going to send  another nurse to find a vein for my IV since the one she did was a mess. The second nurse tried twice but failed.   I hate going to hospitals for this reason, I don't like needles being poked in my body.  Finally, a younger nurse came and she was good.  She find one on my left arm but when they hook the IV it was very painful so she had to try again on my right arm.  At this time, I was praying for God to help the nurse find a vein.  She told me that since I was  very dehydrated, my veins are not showing up.  Both of my arms were bruised and very sore for few days.

Finally the IV was hooked up, I was so cold, my body was shaking the bed I was laying on because I couldn't stop shaking.  Not long after they successfully hooked the IV, I was sent to a lab to get an xray scanned on my body.  They administered something  into me through my IV that felt like I peed.  While I was being scanned, I was thinking, I hope I did not pee my pants.

When I came back to the room, they gave me an antibiotic after the IV was emptied.  I was drained and exhausted that I felt like I wouldn't be able to walk to the car.  I had pneumonia.  I took a set of antibiotic for 4 days.  It helped me a little.  I was still nauseous when I try to get up and walk.  It was frustrating.  The hardest part for me is when I would cough and and run out of breath and then I also have a bad migraine.  

It wasn't until the 4th week that I was able to get out of my bed without getting dizzy.  I was able to eat a little without vomiting.  While I was sick, I asked God to not let me have my period because it was super tough.  Grateful that he granted my wish.  My husband also told me not to ask God to take over his sickness  (I literally asked God to heal my husband and let me be the one to get sick). I'm sure God did not made me sick, I took care of my husband when he was sick so it made me sick.

It's the 4th week since I got sick and I can finally move around and do chores.  I still get shortness of breath when I go up and down the stairs but other than that, I am so happy that I am recovering.  I am glad that I don't get nausea anymore.  I still get migraines but it gets better when I take excedrin.  When the Covid was attacking my respiratory, nothing eases my migraine, it was so bad I was crying most of the times.

Here’s a thing, I lost my sense of smell when I was very sick. I couldn’t  smell anything, even my husband’s fart didn’t bother me.   I didn’t lose my sense of taste but I wasn’t able to eat, I totally lost my appetite so with that I lost 7 lbs!

Today, I wanted to test my strength so I went for a long walk.  Four weeks of not being able to do regular walks killed my soul.  I wanted to see if my lungs could take it and yes, I was able to  complete my route safely.  It took me a couple of hours since I was slow but glad to know that I can do it again.  I had to catch my breath on the uphill part of my walking path but I was okay.  I can say that I am 85% well now. 


Today I celebrate my new me.  I thank God for giving a second chance at life.  I really thought I was gonna die but God is good.  I thank my husband for being there for me, for my kids who prayed for my recovery, for friends who reached out and prayed for me, for friends who brought my family homecooked food when I was sick, and above all, thank you Almighty God for healing me. 

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