Covid blog - an update.

I’m starting this post with a quick story going back about 2 months;

So! I have been worried about cancer since my dads battle and my friends current struggle. The last time I had been in for a physical was during my infantry medical when I was 18. 
 My doc was happy with my results, stating I could ‘run a marathon’ and do just fine. Better health than my age group average. Rad!
Surprising. I expected bad news. I always expect bad news. I hope for the best news but yeah. 
  So anyway. I’m very healthy. I booked my vaccine for may 7. I was set. 

Now.  Here we are.  
I wrote my blog; feverish in the night.  
I woke up coughing so much that I damaged a muscle in my neck, causing me to cough blood. Anyway. I went to emerg for the day. 
I’m home now... but let’s look at my Covid experience by the numbers ;
15 - days sick currently 
12 - days of continuous fever
16 - lbs lost due to fever and loss of appetite 
39.6 - temp when admitted to the ER
9 - doctor/nurse meetings since they allowed me to go home 
17 - hours I slept after getting home from the hospital 
3 - phone calls made to my family, in tears and terrified I wouldn’t be able to see them again. 
5 - bad jokes made to patient nurses 
1 - thankful human being who is still here to write this. 

 This nearly killed me. That’s not dramatic overstatement. That’s a fact of 12 days of agonized fever and chills and back to fever and coughing and wheezing... my body was almost done. 

 Now this is the number I don’t actually have. 
Phone calls. Texts. Messages. Visits. Food drop offs. Social media reach outs. Thoughts. Prayers. Vibes....

  I know that had I been truly alone, I may have given up out of pure exhaustion and that would have been a memorable battle. I had a fever once for 2 days and it was such an awful time that I would have nightmares about it afterword.  This was 12 days. 

The only thing that kept me going was everyone’s words and thoughts. There simply was no room for me to give up. I couldn’t quit because all there was, waiting for me, was love. Friendship. Care.  Concern. 
It mattered.  It meant something. 
It matters still.  So thank you, gentle reader.  You saved my life.  

I only ask that now you cast those blessings to a good man, fighting for his life. Kris Isford.  It’s ok if you don’t know him but please keep pumping out your grace and thoughts and hopes in his direction. I will add my voice to the cacophony of care. 
Let’s hope for the best.. 


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Erin said…
Continuing to pray for Kris. Sending love from our family Ryan.
13 May 2021 at 19:07
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