Covid-19 Hit Me Hard!
How does it feel to be infected by Covid-19? Sure as hell it feels different. Some people might have survived it smoothly or didn’t even feel “the covid”, but some have gone through really dark tunnels with no end in sight. Counted me to be lucky I survived it the hard way.
I got infected at my lowest point of lows when PMS (pre-menstrual syndrome) just hit me, so just like a double shot it all came together. Although there were some symptoms that appeared like: unstable fever, cough, flu, lost sense of taste, lost sense of smell, and so on. But it was biased because I thought I just got another ordinary PMS like I used to have. Long-story-short, I was detected positive Covid-19 at Day-5 since the symptoms started appearing.
I was so calm and thought it was just another sickness that would pass through, until Day-8 when my symptoms had gotten worse. That day I started to panic because I was all by myself and I felt really sick. My parents were about to come to pick me up and my colleagues were about to take me to hospital. I lost 5 kg in the first week I got invected. OMG I was 46 kg when I used to have 51.5 kg. I didn’t feel like myself. I mean even just losing 1 kg while dieting is impossible.
The next day, I decided to recklessly drive my car to the hospital. I went to pulmonary specialist and got a few tests. I got a PCR, blood test, and lung scan. The blood test was good and everything was normal. The lung scan wasn’t nice because I already got some blotches on the right and left side of my lungs. I did a lung scan 3 years ago because I got pneumonia and the results wasn’t really much different but it still made me saddened. I paid my bills and got little shocked it was 5 mio for what I’ve done that day (I was outpatient). Thank God for the insurance and my company that covered 80% of the bills. Got a big bag full of medicines. I don’t wanna get sick ever again. The next day, my PCR test was out and the results wasn’t that good. I tried to pull myself together again because of who else.
At noon my parents arrived and booked the room beside mine to take care of me. We were very strict to the point that even though they were there for more than a week, we never met and hygienic was our priority.
Day-10 was my worst, I couldn’t even move (not even get up). Every inch of my body felt hurt. I also got stomachache (stomach ulcer that sometimes recurs). So I couldn’t eat much because I lost sense of taste and that aggravated my stomach condition which finally relapsed. I felt very vulnerable and paralyzed. The worst part of having Covid-19 was you’re alone all by yourself. So yeah I swallowed it all by myself every time I had to puke or get diarrhea. Every vulnerable moment I had I did it by myself.
After that, my mom prescribed another medication and food because little did we know that the stomach ulcers were the biggest concern. On Day-13 I started to feel like myself again. I could taste the food and started to smell (not fully yet). Not too much energy I am still on my bed. Until Day-15 for the first time ever, I took a walk out of my room and absorbed as much sun as I could ever get that day.
I'm still coughing and sneezing but more than that I’m very thankful for what I’ve been through. I realized I’ve been loved by so many people and that’s a lot more than I deserved. Even when I feel very vulnerable I still have a little hope in myself. Hope is a compass that always straightens our shoulders when we start to get tired of trying. And I love my mom so so much and I cried a river when she went home since I can’t even hug her to say goodbye. I was really broke that day. I promised myself not to ever again put her at risk like I did but Thank God, she’s blessed because she’s more than fine getting home safely.
