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Post by plutronus on Oct 2, 2020 7:13:56 GMT
I had the virus for about two weeks. I had just received a package sent from, heh, guess where? China, which I bought via Amazon. Usually I UV 'scan' mail and packages with an 18 Watt dual 9 Watt tube long-wave UV lamp fixture and wear special UV blocking safety glasses and glove, etc. But I forgot and didn't use the UV that one time.
A few days later I awakened with shoulder and back stiffness which evolved, a few hours later into pain whenever I moved my arms or changed back attitude. Right smack dab in the middle of my chest began to hurt. It was strange, as my heart (I've undergone two open-heart surgeries to repair a prolapsing mitral valve, caused by smoking cigarettes for years. I quit in 1988), is not located directly in the middle, as it sticks inside, to the extreme left and to the backside of my torso cavity, there is no pericardium in which to float. It was not my heart hurting, but my lungs!! And I had a dry hoarse small cough, which got worse, but not super bad.
While I am not skinny, I am not a fatso either, and fortunately I am not diabetic, although the doctors claim that I am pre-diabetic. So I watch my weight, and although, like many, I do like chocolate and Nutella (yummy!).
But I just got out the hospital a year and half ago. I went in for a one day gallbladder extraction surgery, but things went bad and I stayed 2 1/2 months along with six surgeries. I got a photo if anyone cares to see what a surgery looks like? I'll blurrr out my peepee catheter.
So, anycase, its dicey.
The next day I started feeling funky, low energy and I my face became 'clammy' and felt cold. I took my temperature with a digital thermometer and discovered that I was running a 99ºF/37,2ºC temperature. Not real high, but definantly not normal. I generally run around 97.2ºF/36,2ºC.
And then my teeth began to chatter. For three days I was bed ridden with chills and chattering teeth. I could not get warm enough, no matter how many blankets were placed on me.
My grand-dad on my mother's side of the family was Dr. John C Marshall Jr, great grandson of Chf Jus John C. Marshall (a bit of trivia). He told me many years ago, that a low level temperature is an indicator of systemic infection, and is generally a serious condition. In his day, anti-biotics were just being discovered, and there wasn't much in the way of modern medicines available. But the medical guys were steeped in remedies that have all but been forgotten. Some of which worked.
He told me, for chills, to use a cold compress, a damp rag, placed on the forehead. I also used a small desk fan to keep it evaporatively 'cool'. I ate a bunch of grapefruit, and each day drank 1/3 glass of apple cider vinegar, back filled with cold water. Within a week all the symptoms subsided.
I don't know if any of the above played any part of my recovery, I'm just sharing my story with y'all.
It was nasty, but I didn't die. Some people skate through it, others get buried.
May God, YHVH Bless all who are ill.
plutronus
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Post by skizicks on Oct 4, 2020 1:43:22 GMT
I had something back in Late February that started with a dry cough. I lived off cough drops for about 2 weeks as it got worse and worse. I work in an office alone and the people in the other office are some 20 feet away with a wall and heavy locked door between us. After it was over they commented that I sounded really bad at times when I really got to coughing bad, After about 2 weeks I was feeling really tired and since it was Friday I went home early. By the time I got home I felt like I had a chill so I changed into a set of sweats to stay warmer. I went to bed before dark which would have been about 5 pm then and only got up to go to the bathroom or get a drink. I do not remember much after I went to bed other than the bathroom trips, getting nauseous for a short bit, and feeling cold.
When I sort of came to it was Sunday evening and the chills were gone. I was really tired for a week or so but at my age I just wrote that off to not eating much while I was ill. I just wrote it off to the Flu. Even though I always get the full dose of shots from the VA every fall.
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Post by buzzbomb on Nov 25, 2020 1:58:31 GMT
The last half of September and through all of October I had some weird asthma or bronchitis. Never had anything like it before. I get my temp checked at work everyday and never showed a temperature. The congestion in my chest and sinuses was fairly severe. It was hard to breathe. I would leave my desk at work and go out on the stairwell and suck hard to get air into my lungs for several minutes (I didn't want anybody to see me). Finally, an airway would open and I would be okay for a while. I sounded like an orchestra of peanut whistles when I breathed in or out--several penny whistle sounds in different pitches would all sound off in unison each breath. I tried to keep it quiet but everybody in my office space could hear it. Same with the gasping. I tried not to gasp for air in front of people but everybody heard it. I drank bottles of cough syrup and sucked on cough drops all day. Only the Vick's drops were any real help--that super strong mint would clear my sinuses and let me breathe. I couldn't sleep. I would be in bed and the congestion got so bad, I would wake up at 2 or 3 am and have to sit up for couple of hours breathing REALLY hard and my throat and chest sounded like a damn buzzsaw.
This went on for at least three weeks and I became severely sleep-deprived and was so tired I actually changed lanes in traffic while fully asleep and then I'd wake up and realize I could have just killed myself or someone else. So, I started sleeping on the couch sitting up. That was a little better but I would still often wake up breathing very hard. I would get up, shower while still breathing hard, drive to work still breathing hard--as though I had just run 10 miles when all I did was wake up. By the afternoon, it would all go away and I felt fine for the rest of the night but it would start up the next day as soon as I woke up. Eventually, it began to slowly subside. By November, I started to be able to sleep better but still couldn't lay down. At least the penny whistles were getting quieter and the breathing attacks were lessening. Finally, I laid down in bed and slept (first time in two weeks) and when I woke I had phlegm in my throat but I wasn't breathing like I just ran a marathon.
Now, I am fairly back to normal. I never got tested so I don't know if that might have been covid. Amazingly, I did not miss a single day of work. I never had ANYTHING like that before and would that I never, ever get anything like it again because that was miserable. I'll never take breathing for granted again. If that was covid, I had no other symptoms--no fever, no chills, no lethargy, no loss of smell or taste--nothing. Just this asthma or whatever it was. The mucous was packed so tight in my chest that I often coughed up or sneezed up these weird chunks of mucous--not a fluid substance but a hardish piece the size and color of a grain of rice. It looked like rice. Other times, I would expel a few out of my nostrils when I'd blow my nose. Again, I've never had anything like that before.
I feel very sorry for people who have to go on ventilators. I got a taste of just how miserable it is not to be able to breathe. At least I could clear the mucous out after a while and breathe regularly for part of the day. What can you do when you are like that 24/7? That's too horrible to think about. At least I'm mostly over it now. But it was a miserable experience.
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