Day 11,12,13 October 30th-November 1st

Day 11 October 30th

I woke up struggling, I couldn't get myself up out of bed and needed help. Those who know me, know I hate asking for help and am beyond independent, but I was at my wit's end. I had talked to my mom as she was on her way to work and she told me to go into the ER to which I finally had come to the realization that I needed to go, so I did.

I sat in the ER in the hallway, I was 1 of 2 patients that morning and I just wanted to leave, the care sucked and I felt like no one cared. I was light-headed and kept feeling like I was going to pass out. In fact, during triage, I kept throwing up all my antibiotics and they did nothing. No oxygen and my stats were beyond low. I kept closing my eyes to keep myself from falling out.

I already knew I was positive for Covid and I told them but they kept asking me the same question, when, how, and where but nothing was being done. I sat in that hallway while they did absolutely nothing but a chest x-ray that I couldn't even get to but they made me walk from the front of the ER to imaging. I walked slower than ever and had to sit down while I changed my top because I had no strength to move.

During the x-ray I thank God they had a bar I could hold on to but I was so afraid of passing out that I just held it with all I could. They had me change back into my shirt and sit out in the waiting room in a chair and gave me water. The phlebotomist came in and did lab work and pretty much that was it. The PA stepped in and let me know that my Covid markers were low and that I had early stages of pneumonia but other than that to keep doing what I was doing and they gave me an injection of steroids and they sent me home to go rest and recover. Which is what I did for a few hours.

I knew we had 1 more day for Halloween and I wanted to do my best to give the kids what I could so I got up and started decorating but with the Mask on it was hard and I knew I needed to stay in my room so I as I walked outside sweating, coughing I was spraying the house and wiping EVERYTHING down. I guess in my head even though I knew I didn't believe it. We got their costume stuff so I spent time getting that stuff ready for them and Mike running errands with them to make sure they got what they needed. I took that time to rest and stay in my room like I was told. Went to sleep like nothing and felt fine.

Day 12 October 31st

Slept literally all day till it was time to get ready for the kids to pass out candy. I helped set a few things out again walking around cleaning, spraying the house and in areas, the kids were not with a mask on. It felt amazing to be outside that evening as the air was cool and I was running a low-grade fever.

On day 10, the kids and Mike got tested at VVC so we had gotten their results on this day and they were negative. It took so much weight off my shoulders and they had decided to test again in a week, as we go you will see a pattern. The kids did their thing and I stayed in my room watching Halloween movies. I just didn't feel right and my o2 was not staying above 94 and I was starting to have that coughing feeling but again just figured it was everything clearing up as I was on the antibiotics and I always get worse before I get better. That night was pure and utter hell.

Day 13 November 1st

It was my mom's day off and she had called me that morning and I felt like shit which is the best way to put it. I was scared, frustrated over it all but I just wanted to sleep. I was tracking my o2 and it wasn't getting better but I kept thinking it had to do with needing an inhaler so I pulled mine out and took it. Making sure to take all my meds at the same time.

I was talking to Melody and Tiff (Dale's sister) and she had said that it was pretty much a no go and they both said to go in for oxygen.

Again I didn't listen, I slept and forced myself to stay in bed. My o2 kept dropping but I didn't think anything of it. I asked Mike to help me get in the shower and stay in there because I had no energy to be in there alone and in all honesty, I was scared because I didn't feel right and I knew something was off but I didn't want to be alone. I have a huge fear of hospitals and I think in a way that gets in my way every time I am sick.