This is my personal journey as a sufferer of Covid. It will be updated every day so make sure to follow the blog and come back
We managed to keep Covid away from our house for two years. I knew as soon as I heard the neighbour’s household was affected, I knew there was nowhere to run.
I live in a small Greek village, where the older generation is ignorant when it comes to Covid or doesn’t understand how serious the virus is. Safe to say MIL brought it in the house and my youngest caught it first.
I knew I would get it from her especially as I was the one looking after her trying to get her 105 fever down. I wore a mask, sanitised my hands wore gloves, but there was no way of escaping it.
My youngest and I have not been vaccinated. That was our choice.
I’m what you would call high risk as I have serious health problems, which is why it’s dangerous for me to have Covid. I’m hoping this is a weak strain and I recover quickly.
Right now, I have a sore throat I’m coughing and my chest is tight. My body feels so heavy I can hardly move. I don’t want to move as every bone in my body aches.
I have paracetamol for the aches and pains, and to help when my temperature rises and syrup for my throat, plus a vitamin C supplement.
So I’m eating, and resting, but I work online, for now I’m still available to help my clients and do my everyday work.
When my husband did the home test on me and it showed one line, but I was feeling ill, so I knew the reading was wrong. When hubby was up after his siesta, he saw there were two lines, and not one.
So that’s day one. Make sure to come back tomorrow for Day Two: A Diary of A Covid Suffer.
Today has not been a good day. I’ve been in so much pain, that my body doesn’t feel like my own. I can’t move, I can’t walk without my body feeling like I’m an 80-year-old. Now I know that Covid builts up fluid in the lungs, and that stops the lungs from working properly. So you’re probably asking why is my body in so much pain then. I have underlining medical conditions which makes me getting Covid, dangerous. I suffer from Fibromyalgia, high blood pressure, thyroid disease and type 1 diabetes.
Fibromyalgia comes with many symptoms including depression, chronic insomnia, restless leg syndrome, chronic pain 24/7 and memory problems. Fibromyalgia affects the muscles and the nerves of the body, causing chronic pain everywhere.
I’m on 20+ pills every day, plus 3 injections for my diabetes, I take around 5 supplements. So imagine having all of that to deal with and then throwing Covid on top.
I was in so much pain today, that I could hardly concentrate on work and even closed down the computer and went to sleep. I cried a lot today, not just feeling sorry for myself but, being in so much pain and not being able to step out of this body that just doesn’t feel like it should belong to me.
So a bad day today. It’s now 2 am and I’m gonna read for a bit. Tomorrow is going to be a challenge as I have meetings set up with clients. Join me for the next instalment of The Diary of A Covid Sufferer, tomorrow.
Got most of the pain under control by taking the paracetamol before my body was aching too much. The chest is no better, but no worse, which is good. And it’s certainly the weak strain I caught, which is another good thing. Today I lost my tastebuds, sense of smell and appetite.
I’ve had a bad stomach all day and felt sick many times. I kept myself busy, but then paid the price of total exhaustion. Unable to keep my eyes open.
No idea what day four will bring.
So day four and it’s a Saturday. I don’t work weekends so every time my eyes wanted to close I let them. So I’ve been sleeping on and off all day. My coughing is getting worse, ending up in choking bouts. Day one. It was like a cold and I was able to blow it out. I must have gone through one box of tissues in two days. But now nothing which means the fluid stays in the chest. which doesn’t sound like that’s a good thing to happen. I hope that one of my choking fits will have me puking it all out.
My voice is non-existence which isn’t good considering I’m hosting a panel of authors live tomorrow. I have zero taste, which makes everything I try to eat and drink taste awful. So 2nd day no food. I can see me losing some kilos when this is over. That and I still have a stomach sickness, which makes the thought of eating anything, disgusting,
Even so, I still have to remember my other health conditions and keep testing my blood sugars, blood pressure, and make sure I take my meds on time. Right now I have a headache, so I’ve turned all the lights off and will shut down and rest my eyes.
Tomorrow will be an interesting day.
I’m not sure how long Covid lasts in a person with good health, so I have no idea how long my illness will go on.
Today I had the live author panel. I didn’t want to cancel. I felt well enough to get dressed, put some make-up on and host the panel for an hour which was fun. But then once it finished all strength seemed to leave my body and I was exhausted. So I slept, and even though it was a quick nap, it was enough.
Last night after I did the diary blog, I was sick. I had a choking fit and my throat filled up and I couldn’t breathe, my body automatically continued to retch until my throat was clear of fluids. So that was a good thing, getting rid of some chest fluids. I haven’t been sick since and my cough is just as bad as it was.
Still no taste, not even water, which has no taste. Anything I try to eat or drink tastes wrong. But I have tried to eat even though I’ve had no appetite. No fever, no aches and pains and no upset stomach. However, I do feel the phleme stuck in my throat, waiting to be coughed out. I just hope I don’t have to wait too long.
Tomorrow is back to work, week and I need to remind myself that although I have work, I need to rest, don’t do too much, and take care of myself. Pulling away from the computer will be hard. But if I want to get back on my feet at full power, I have to rest. Which I’ve been told multiple times is the best medicine for Covid.
Today has been spent sleeping and working. I’ve managed to get a lot done until fibro fog set in and things started becoming confusing. My naps, although plenty, were short ones, like 10 /15 minutes.
Still, no taste, smell or appetite but I did eat actual food today, for the first time in 3 days. I’m still taking my syrup as my throat is still sore, I’m coughing but not choking. But my throat is dry and I think I may be sick again later tonight. I’ve been light-headed for a while this afternoon. my ears are blocked as well. But my hearing is fine.
I’m so eager for all this to be over and I can go back outside for fresh air, get my nails done, go for a ride on my bike. everyday things that have been taken away from me. My youngest will go for a PCR test tomorrow to see if she’s free of the virus. I don’t know how long my illness will continue. When things are looking like they might get better, by the end of the day, I’m feeling exhausted and coughing again, Guess you can’t rush a process like this, no matter how much you want to.
Tomorrow I have nothing scheduled so the day will be split between sleeping and working.
Has it already been a week?
I think most healthy people get better after a week in isolation. Alexia got tested today and was cleared. I got tested and still two very strong lines.
I’ve noticed I have a lot of juice in the morning and by late afternoon I’m exhausted and can hardly keep my eyes open.
I’m coughing more today than any other day, still have a bad stomach but no sickness. I thought I was going to be sick yesterday, but no. I have been feeling dizzy and lightheaded for two days now. Could be because I’m not eating well. I can’t. I eat to take my injections, but I still have no appetite and no sense of smell or taste. My chest is tight and I can feel the phleme in my throat, I just can’t get it out. Only one choking /coughing fit today.
If I thought I felt isolated before, I really am now, with Alexia not being able to go near me. I’m truly alone in my room. Mood swings are out of control. I feel anger, next I’m crying over an advert. No pain, no breathing problems. But hurt my rib coughing so violently earlier. Fell asleep a couple of times, but been busy working and I’m happy to say, keeping up with the workload.
I have a podcast interview tomorrow, where we discuss my favourite film and why it means so much and after that, I have a zoom meeting with a client. Both are later in the day when I’m weak and can hardly keep my eyes open. So that will be fun.
It started at 4.30 am. I started to cough and it became worse. It soon turned into me choking and then being sick. I thought I would feel better after I was sick but the coughing continued until the phleme was stuck in my throat, in a way that stopped me from breathing properly. No matter how I tried to cough it up, it was stuck, which then pulled me into like a panic attack. I was crying, shaking, still coughing and choking. I must have woke up Alexia with all the crying. She stood at the door and asked if I was okay if I wanted something. I knew she wanted to come to hug me and I wanted and needed it so badly right then. But there was nothing she could do for me.
I think that’s the worst part of isolation, is not being able to have that physical contact with someone. Especially when you need it so desperately.
Eventually, I had worn myself out and fell to sleep until 1 am this afternoon.
I told my husband what happened and he got me some new syrup for my throat. I’ve eaten a little today, but still no appetite or taste bubs. I haven’t coughed as much since I started the new syrup. I only slept once and apart from getting the dates mixed up, my head has been clear enough to be able to work.
So apart from what happened at 4.30 am this morning. The rest of the day and evening has been good.
I’m not sleeping well which then causes fibro fog and feeling sick most of the day. No appetite, but I managed to each a small plate of rice, chicken and veg Chinese, even though I couldn’t taste it.
Not coughing much at all today, but still chesty and I can still feel the phleme in my throat. The medicine I’m taking is called Prospan and tastes like sweet fig syrup, but it’s sugar-free. It’s certainly done a better job that the first one I took.
Tomorrow, day ten, is testing day. I’m keeping my fingers crossed I’m clear, even if I am, it is still going to be a while before II get rid of this throat problem. I’m crossing my fingers and toes. I can’t wait to get back on my bike again.
Well, I did a test and it still showed 2 lines. So even though I’m not coughing that much, I still have the virus. I really do miss my singing and being out on my bike. Still no tastebuds and no appetite. I sound much better now. The croak in my voice has nearly gone. Still not breathing deeply, as that stats me coughing again. Made me sad knowing I still couldn’t hug my two girls and Alexia is anxious to spend time together.
Feeling so much more like myself. Although I did cough a bit today and slept on and off most of the day. I had a shower and eat dinner, which I could even taste this time. Still no appetite, but the bacon salad, Sofi, my eldest made, was delicious. Alexia wanted me to see if she could catch Covid again, so quickly after having it. She really wants to spend time with me.
I couldn’t find any answers to her questions. What I did learn about is Post-Covid 19 and Long Covid, which are the aftereffects some sufferers can get up to three months after being free of the virus. These are effects and not the virus, so no one can catch Post-Covid. Symptoms could be a chesty cough again, fever, memory problems and feeling weak. So even if I get the all-clear, my voice still might not be ready for singing and all I have in my head right now is going away to Norway and having a fabulous – once in a lifetime experience with Sofi. I will be doing another test tomorrow to see if I’m free of this virus. Keeping my fingers crossed this time.
As I’m feeling more like myself I did another test. The second line was still there but very faint. I’m taking that as a good sign. I could taste most of my dinner, Sofi made tonight. Still no appetite, so unlike me, I left some food on my plate. I was even singing earlier, which was nice to hear. Tomorrow, I’m thinking of getting dressed and going for a ride on my biker. I won’t stop anywhere. I just need fresh air. My cough is still there, and I continue to take my syrup 3 times a day.
I’m happy and surprised that Covid never messed up my Diabetes at all. I was doing 3/4 blood tests a day, and nothing was too high to too low. And apart from two days where I couldn’t move from Fibro pain, it hasn’t caused too many problems with Fibromyalgia.
The one thing I’m extremely happy about and was worried about all these years was ending up in hospital. I’m thankful that I got Covid on the tail end of it and not earlier on. That Alexia and I who are NOT vaccinated got the weak strain of the virus and didn’t have to suffer too bad. I think my Covid is hanging on longer than healthy people because of my health condition. Still, it could be worse.
My cough is the only thing that proved I have Covid. Yep, you read that correctly. I’m Free of COVID. Finally one line, not even a blur of a second line. I’m still isolating myself for another day
I feel good in myself. Got lots of sleep today, which is definitely the best medicine.
I’ve nearly finished the bottle of cough syrup and although I’m still coughing, it’s nowhere near as bad as it was.
I ate today and again, I could taste most of it. Still no appetite though. I didn’t end up going out on my bike, as it’s far too warm out there. I’m best staying in my air-conditioned house. Waiting for it to cool down. I can’t wait to get back on my bike and hit the road.
So that’s my journey. I’m so thankful that it was the weak strain. I know I would have been in hospital if I have the full strain. I’m thankful full I only had three bad days out of the 13. What a ride though. I hope never to go through that again. Thank you for reading and for your comments. They mean so much.