I missed posting last week. Not because no good things happened, but because my thoughts were too muddled, sluggishly huddled up in a corner while I waited for Covid-19 to finish its course through my body.
Yes, I caught Covid, but I’m mostly recovered from it; and though my sister’s household faced various symptoms their cases were much milder. Thank God!
Being asthmatic, I sometimes wondered what might happen to me if I got Covid-19. I wondered how I would manage. Would it mean hospitalisation? Yet that fear wasn’t enough to paralyse me from moving and traveling because at the end of the day, I did what I could and hoped God would protect me. He called me to travel, and because of His kindness, my lungs have been doing much better, though I’ve had periods where I‘ve needed to use my inhaler to sleep through the night.
My hope was that I wouldn’t get Covid - as I’m sure many of you had hoped or are still hoping. It wasn’t like I’d made a deal with God, but I had decided that I wouldn’t get the virus and that God had agreed with me.
Because of the upcoming travel restrictions, I decided to get my first dose of the Pfizer vaccine on October 20th. Five days later I woke up with a fever. I researched and realised that it couldn’t be vaccine side effects, but I still didn’t admit to myself that it could be Covid. What followed was two more days of fever coupled with fatigue, coughing, body pains and a headache. Though the fever broke by day four I had to endure several more days of coughing,nausea, messed-up taste buds (my toothpaste tasted so weird), muddled thoughts, and did I mention fatigue?
But what amazed me most was that my chest remained fine, my lungs remained clear. I didn’t have to use my inhaler until a week later, and that was mostly due to a dip in temperature. All the days that I struggled through the height of it, I remembered marvelling at how clear my lungs were and how good my chest felt, though the rest of my body wanted to melt into a puddle on my bed until the virus ran its course.
I remembered the day I turned a corner. It was on day 4 - my body was wracked with pain, my head pounded and the fever raged. I went to sleep in a chair in my room and took a nap. When I woke up I felt strength, ease and mental clarity. And from then on I started to improve. I still have a cough but otherwise, I’m well.
I think the worst symptom for me was muscle aches. I felt like my muscles would atrophy at any moment. Have you gotten Covid-19? What was the worst symptom for you?
And what good things happened to you this week?