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So....several weeks ago I started feeling like crap, inside and out, mentally and physically, hypothetically and metaphorically... PURE....CRAP...I
was so freaking miserable I couldn't keep my head straight.
I got responses on here. ATS. for comments on threads I don't remember reading or leaving comments. A lot had to do with my birfday coming up, well,
it's come and gone over a week, I'm now making my last lap in my 40s, and now I feel, I FEEL, the clock and calendar watching my every move....I can
almost hear them whispering, placing bets, on whether or not I'll see the next phase of the race, the 50s.
So last Monday I walk up to the store and got three items to add to some rice, and those three items, plus the walk, kicked my butt. Took me three
hours to get around to cooking once I made it home. I was having problems breathing but I wasn't alarmed because since the heat came this summer it
has been like that if I walked outside.
Lately I've just been sitting and sitting and sitting and eating and smoking cigs and sitting....well it caught up to me and my laziness is being
Last Monday night before falling asleep I noticed my coughing was more intense. Tuesday morning, I woke up with what I thought was a severe cold or
flu, had chills and diarrhea and was coughing like crazy with chest and nasal congestion.
Tuesday and Wednesday I stayed wrapped up in bed with frost on my bones, only getting up to urinate out my rectum, severe diarrhea ,but not nonstop,
for just two days. In fact, on Thursday I felt much better, I only had the congestion and coughing bothering me. I hadn't eaten Tuesday and late
Wednesday evening I ate a small bowl of the beef and rice concoction. So Thursday I was ready to eat something different, was craving pizza but I
couldn't get the strength up to go, so I sent someone to get a few things.
By the time Thursday afternoon was turning into evening I was dead beat from doing nothing but coughing and blowing my nose, no longer had an appetite
but eventually I threw in a pepperoni pizza and when it was almost done I wished I hadn't bothered with it, I turned the oven off before the pizza was
done and it napped there in the oven for an hour. Finally the smell got my stomach growling and I folded the pizza like a taco and nibbled on it off
and on until Friday around lunch, and by then the coughing had ramped up as well as it getting harder to move around on my feet.
Same for Saturday, same for Sunday but I did manage to cook and share another pizza with my dog Sunday afternoon. But from Sunday to Monday I got even
more worse, the coughing Sunday might into Monday morning took its toll on my body. Monday around brunch I coughed and felt a snap in my right side
and it felt like I got stabbed, I yelled out in pain and started begging God to help.
For the rest of Monday, until 11pm, of I coughed or moved a certain way, the stabbing pain hit me in the side, on top of my breathing being extremely
labored. And just as I was about to lay down I said screw it, I felt like I'd be making a bad decision if I laid down, so in a fifteen minute period I
made Babygirl two big bowls of water, a giant pile of dry food that she only nibbles, and put my keys, wallet, phone and charger in a bag and sat by
the door and called 911 and waited for the ambo.
Upon arrival, the male EMS responder said my lips, mouth, and eyes were discolored. For twenty minutes we sat in my parking lot while they got me on
oxygen and took my vitals and asked me questions. At the hospital, had to wait another twenty minutes in the ambo because there were no open beds in
the ED, emergency department, that's their terminology.
Around midnight I get my intake room and was there until 8pm Tuesday night, when I finally get my private room. I fell asleep almost immediately after
getting into this bed and woke up about an hour and half ago, that's when I started this thread. But let me get back to my doctor...
So yesterday while waiting for this room, doc comes in, nice dude from India, asks a few Covid related questions, then says he'll order a swab test
and my heart sank down to scrotom and hugged my testicles. When I saw the length of the wood swab moments later my heart tried to run by way of
rectum. Jesus, I swear they swabbed my pineal gland, I've been having mild hallucinations and seeing bright and dark spots floating by ever since.
Eventually the doc comes back around and says it's not Covid but they're not exactly sure what is wrong, they're waging bets on COPD and congestive
heart failure as well as deep vein thrombosis. No mention of my weight, guess that elephant needs no pointing out.
So now I wait, in a more comfortable bed, oxygen still being fed to me, and I am just sitting here sipping water wondering what flavor cardboard I'll
be having since I'm automatically on a "special diet" according to an orderly yesterday, but the Turkey sandwich and granola and applesauce was great,
as well as the dinner composed of white rice, string beans and ah yes more Turkey....hoping the Turkey and eggs I guess I'm getting in a few hours
will be tasty as well.
But at least I don't have Covid and there's no talk of a VAX because I already have blood clots I'm guessing. Didn't get much info revealed but I've
been jabbed in my stomach twice so far with something for blood clots.
But at least I don't have Covid.
Silver lining I guess, Eastern NC has a few counties bringing back mask mandates in public. Not my county yet, but considering the wait for a open
room here, not sure. Oddly enough, NO Covid talk at all, other than my doc mentioning it on Monday. Nor was I told what happened to my side which
still hurts from coughing or moving a certain way.
Well that's it. I'll update when I know more and I plan being inquisitive today regarding my area and Covid.
edit on 05/30/2021 by EdisonintheFM because: Yup
edit on 05/30/2021 by EdisonintheFM because: Yup