Wow. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve written ANYTHING. What a shame especially since I have always enjoyed writing. I think it’s a good time to start again, though. After the last three weeks, I need to at least start writing for my mental health again. It’s such a stress reliever, most of the time.
So, the last three weeks have been rough. On August 12, I found out that I tested positive for COVID. Not ideal. Honestly, I thought I just had a sinus infection or something. I had checked the mold count and it was high so I just used my nasal spray and some allergy meds to help it. On Wednesday was when it was really bothering me but by Thursday the sinus pressure was gone. Since I work at school, we test weekly for COVID and on Thursday I was notified so I didn’t go in in to work.
So, I stayed home. In the beginning my symptoms were the sinus pressure and I was exhausted. I slept so much over the next 6 days and could not eat. My poor husband made me eat at least a little because he knew that was best. Also, I was freezing for all of those days that I needed four blankets. I figured it would eventually stop. It didn’t. During days 4, 5, & 6 I had stomach issues, as well.
During this time, everyone was checking on me but there wasn’t much I could say except that I was okay. I should have known better. At this point, I had developed a small cough but I was still breathing. I was checking my oxygen with an oximeter and it was going low. I had hit 91 but I really didn’t know what to do with that information. My mom kept checking on me and that night she said that I was going to the ER. I fought her for a few minutes but I knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer so I got in the truck and drove myself. I didn’t want Matt to take me since he had been able to avoid getting it to this point so I didn’t want him to become exposed while he drove me to the hospital.
I drove to the Hondo hospital and my mom met me there. It was then that I realized that I actually couldn’t breathe. I got off the truck and walked in to the hospital and I couldn’t catch my breath to talk to the nurse. Finally, when I was able to talk to her, they put me in the closed off room for COVID patients and had me take my vitals there. They took them so many times. My oxygen was at 90, I had a fever of 102, and my breathing wasn’t great.
The doctor said that he wanted to give me the regeneron treatment so they discharged me from the ER and took me into the hospital. Honestly, it was scary because it was 1am and I honestly had no idea what to expect. It was also scary because you feel so alone as they do everything to protect themselves from being exposed to you. The last thing you want is to get someone sick but you also feel so helpless since there isn’t much you can do.
For the regeneron treatment, the nurse wheeled me into the hospital. Honestly, I had told him I could walk but I would never have been able to walk by myself. He told me he would take me in the wheelchair and I’m glad he did. They took me to this isolated hospital room where they took all my vitals again and then placed an IV for the regeneron. It took about 30 min prep, 30 min for the IV, and then you had to stay an hour to make sure you didn’t have a reaction. I was driving home with my mom following around 3am and I fell asleep sitting up on the sofa.
I will say that the regeneron gave me energy that I hadn’t had since I tested positive. I still couldn’t breathe but I felt different.
The next day I had a teledoc appointment with the doctor from the clinic I go to. She prescribed a lot of meds for me to start taking. I had 2 inhalants for the nebulizer, an antibiotic, a steroid, a cough medicine, and some allegery meds that she recommended to help. It took another week for me to start feeling better.
I’m not 100% right now but I’m much better than I was.