My COVID-19 journey- Then and Now

It’s been a strange and unnerving year since the coronavirus stormed into our lives.

On March 1, 2020 I started to self-isolate because I have an autoimmune disorder called Sarcoidosis. Since I am immunocompromised, I always panic when an infectious disease makes its rounds.

COVID-19 was a new virus and not much was known about it a year ago.

The entire month of March I came in contact with three people: the pharmacy tech when I picked up my Sarcoidosis medication from CVS on March 18, a friend who delivered groceries to my home, and my husband.

I started developing symptoms around March 21. I was coughing a lot, had a fever, tightness in my chest, body-wide pain, and horrible headaches. I tried to get tested a few days later but I was turned away because I had not traveled outside the country. I was told to continue quarantining at home and just wait it out.

While I was in my own battle with the virus, two of my cousins also had COVID19.

Cousin Sharon died March 27, 2020.

Cousin Barry died March 31, 2020.

I feel a sense of survivors guilt that I survived and they didn’t. I miss them beyond words.

At the beginning of April 2020, I lost my sense of smell and taste, and my fever got worse so I went to the emergency room and was tested there.The results took a week.

April 6, 2020

April 8, 2020

April 9, 2020. Test came back positive

April 11,2020. My husband took care of me. He never developed symptoms.

April 11,2020. Interviewed by WCNC

April 12, 2020. Easter

April 13, 2020. My story went viral all over the world.

April 13, 2020. Thank you message for all the support I received.

April 17,2020. Second thank you message.

April 27, 2020. Quarantine over. Re-tested at Novant. It came back negative.

April 28, 2020. First time outside after recovering from COVID-19.

What I learned while all of this happened is that COVID-19 is not like the flu. It’s worse. Not only that, some people don’t fully recover and become what is called long-haulers.

It has been a year since my journey began with COVID-19. My pulse ox still dips to dangerous levels, I need oxygen on my bad days, and I still have intense headaches and rib pain.

May 22, 2020. Pulse ox was 81.

May 27, 2020. Pulse ox was 77.

Spent my 50th birthday in quarantine.

July 19, 2020. On oxygen due to post-COVID pulmonary fibrosis (scarring in the lungs).

February 8, 2021. One of my bad days.

Since I got COVID-19 a year ago, there have been over three million cases. Five hundred forty nine thousand people have died. It breaks my heart.

 

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