I called 911 on myself last night at 9pm. I was burning up with fever. My eyeballs were on fire. I was having respiratory issues as well. Little pinches and pressure around my chest. I was nauseous, throwing up and coughing and sneezing my head off.
After 2.5 years, coronavirus finally caught me. I started feeling symptoms on Monday. Not too bad though. Tuesday, the same kind of symptoms. By Thursday evening at 8 pm, I was in a full-on tailspin. It took me to the point where if I tried to get by one more night, the fever could’ve fully encapsulated my body and burned me to death while I was sleeping. And even then, I resisted.
But, by 9 pm, I started seeing blurry and was becoming delirious. That’s when I threw in the towel and called 911. – I thought it was a stroke, a mild heart attack or Covid. I was leaning more towards Covid in my head to be honest. The first thing I said when I arrived at the hospital was that I don’t want to be on a respirator machine. Fortunately, they said I don’t need one.
This all started last Sunday when my sister went to Walmart to stock on some things for the week. By evening time she was vomiting, coughing and had a fever. She’s better than last week, but still coughing a lot.
That brings me to my mother. She had not moved off the couch since Wednesday morning. I noticed that she had the shakes and was coughing as well. So, I just sent her to the hospital a few hours ago. If she does have Covid, we caught it quickly. There’s no way she could’ve handled the fever that I experienced last night.
In conclusion, we are in Covid hell over here. That’s our story for tonight.