I had a friend that generally couldn’t taste his food for a couple of weeks. I had a another friend in overweight waddling not good health that spent three weeks in intensive care, figuring that she probably wouldn’t make it.
We went up to the White Mountains to try this new glamping set up. At over 10,000 ft. attitude, DF came down with some covid-19 systems. After three or four days, she was able to drive the way home. She is healthy. Laying naked on a mat in the sun seemed to rejuvenate her.
I came down with the same symptoms the day after she left. A swollen pounding headache, enough to just lie in bed. I found myself gasping for breath and getting dizzy. I figured that the elevation was not helping, but I didn’t have it in me to break camp. So, I lay there for several days alone in the wilderness listening to the rhythm of the rain on the tent and drinking liquids.
I called DF and told her, when I was weak and too tired to talk and then put my cell on airplane mode and time went by. DF knows how I have been about not getting to a doctor and just laying there getting extremely sick. The next morning, I was feeling like sitting up after days and a pair of Sheriff deputies showed up. How they found me, I don’t know. Anyway they had been very helpful to DF and went out of their way with a sincere commitment to “Protect and Serve.” We were both touched to see a couple of guys like that, during these times of paramilitary powers, control fear tactics for any interaction, and seeing people beaten and shot on the streets in mass repression. Very refreshing.
“Better get off airplane mode and call your girlfriend,” they said. If the sun isn’t out, the battery doesn’t charge, off of airplane, the battery doesn’t stay up for very long when “searching.”
I began to do better, but feeling kind of stuck. After a week of illness, I was able to incrementally pack up and then push out of there. It takes about two hours to pack up that tent and it is over 100 pounds of dead weight.
I got back exhausted. I am not gasping for breath like up there, but still not getting around well. DF feels recovered. So, I’m going to a doc today, figuring that we have been blessed with mild cases of this stuff. Laying naked in the sun sure seemed to help. It was like being recharged myself. I also ate lightly hardboiled eggs, because that provides the good cholesterol that the body uses to manufacture Vitamin D.
My point being that If not in good health and stressed, I could see this stuff really messing somebody up. It is very dangerous. It doesn’t feel like a common flu. I feel like my lungs have shrunk to less than half capacity. Not able to breathe is scary.
I don’t think that diminishing it to a “run of the mill virus” is in step with reality. Without measures that have been done, this world would be looking totally different and we might have ended up with the same measures in much worse circumstance of death and congested hospitals.
There should have been better prep for this inevitability, but the funding was cut by Trump and his Republican “small government” for bigger profit cronies. We are over ready for a war that we will probably never fight, using more resources than the next ten countries combined, because there is profit to be made by the military industrial complex. The funding for the “inevitable’ outbreak was taken. That is why there is worldwide economic destruction and pandemic. We could have been ready for this. I saw it coming, when they defunded a couple of years back. They are now pointing fingers at scapegoats, calling out conspiracies, blaming everyone but themselves. To quote one of Trump’s lies, “Who knew?”
DF was tested at work a few days before we left. The negative results came in after she had been obviously exposed. The patients were being screened before admittance, but two got past and people got sick at her work. I read that 30% of test results are faulty. Everything seems to bear witness to those faulty test results. This thing is much different than it would seem because the results of testing are faulty. The other factor is that she wasn’t retested, but told to just stay home till she felt better. This is the third time that I have personally heard this kind of story. So, there are millions of people who get it and are not tested, so the percentages of deaths to better outcomes are lower. BUT, this should also tell you that the stuff is contagious as holy heck and more people will die. More evidence is the irresponsible decisions by State Governors based on political pressures from the owners of the Republic has caused huge resurgences in places like my state Arizona and Florida (there are lots of sunbelt old retirees here, who it will kill). It is contagious as holy heck and it makes people extremely sick and lots of them die.
Your lawn catches fire and you better be quick to keep your feet from being burned, while you put it out. A good wind on the prairie will carry fire faster than the best horse will run.
P.S. So, I go see a doctor today. The nurse takes the vitals and asks questions. I reveal that it has been over 7 days. He reveals that policy doesn’t allow testing after 7 days. I explain the crappy efficacy of the tests. I really didn’t go to get tested. I went to make sure that my severely diminished lung capacity was not an issue.
The doctor finally checked me out and I got stuck with a test, who’s results won’t be available for another two to eleven days. The test was every bit as brutal as the reports. It is no wonder that people that administer get inaccurate results, just with the body’s natural resistance. She asked me to, “please don’t grab my hand,” in advance.
If it is Covid positive, the odds are 70% accurate that it shall pass, (could be days, or lingering months), but she can’t tell me when. And it probably isn’t a bacterial infection.
If it tests negative, then it may be something else. Then, they will ask me back, but that is in the realm of 30% inaccurate.
All of the statistics are wrong, there is nothing to be done, nobody has any certainty. Do I attempt to breath hard, exercise my lungs, or feel like my chest is caving in, just stay inactive? Nobody can tell me. So, I’m grateful that this is a hopefully mild case.
Good news, my appetite is down, the pants that I bought to accommodate my weight loss from the last coronavirus in the spring are hanging loose on my hips. I may end up better than ever.
The antigen blood test may be the place for me, but it has mutated to a more infectious starin and nobody is sure if the resistance lasts for more than a couple of months.
Jbee