COVID-19 Encounter

 

 

Many people do not know that I myself battled COVID -19; I tested positive November 26, 2020 (Thanksgiving Day). Some experience no symptoms at all, some is more severe and some like me mild at the very least that’s where I will put my category considering there has been many deaths because of this virus. The very first day, I knew I had it was when I cannot stop coughing I have asthma all my life but even my inhaler cannot shake it off. November 24^th at night I scheduled a COVID-19 testing but by that time I am experiencing chills already. I knew I had it before the result was released to me, the moment it was confirmed I went and locked myself in the bedroom for 12 days not 10 days like CDC required, I wanted to make sure that I won’t pass it to my husband or my dog. I had to make the sacrifice of not being able to see, touch, hug and kiss them. It's only 12 days but being stuck in a room almost felt like forever.

 

For the first week the symptoms aren’t as bad, some coughing and severe dizziness. Through the end of the second week I felt the full blow of the virus, I was not able to sleep even if I was so tired. It felt like my entire body was on fire with pins and needles on my chest, I was sweating all night. In the morning I wake up it felt like the room was spinning non stop. Sunday morning of December 6^th 2020, I was rushed in the emergency room by my cousin due to dizziness and severe malnourishment. I was given some IV fluids and sent home. The very next day, Monday December 7^th, 2020 I haven’t slept for 2 days because of severe malnourishment, lack of sleep, vomiting and nausea and the burning feeling on my entire body but most specially my chest. I cried and cried for my aunt to take me back to the hospital. I was weak and I looked like a walking corpse, the very task of putting my clothes on render me winded and out of breath. I am a very healthy person as I strive to be, I rarely get sick so this for me is almost like I am in hell. I prayed and prayed for 2 weeks for this to be over and to never pass it to anyone.

 

When we got to the emergency room I was given many medications, IV fluids, including anxiety medication to help me sleep right away. The doctors assured me that I was at the end of this virus and that there were no damage on lungs, heart and other organs after so many tests. I was sent back home feeling much better.

 Now, that the county health and my doctor cleared me that I was no longer contagious, I still feel the lingering effect of the virus. I still suffer from mild cough, and mostly dizziness. Moving has to be well calculated, there were times I thought I am much better than yesterday but it sets me back because of the dizziness. My husband tested positive no matter how much I tried to quarantine myself inside the bedroom. We slept on different rooms but he was not spared. Thank God, he only had a cough and is now going away.

 As I slowly go back to life, I am thinking how this virus made me think of many things. It might be dramatic but spending your entire time in a room with a deadly virus made me hang on to what is important in this life. My faith in God and how He never let me go, I was suffering yet I felt His presence the entire time. I kept praying someone to not get this virus specially the ones with weak body. When it felt like hell and everything was coming down on me, I can only think of one thing, is this how I would go? Just like that? I have no strength to face Jesus with this, I do not think I am done doing that he wants me to do. I haven't done anything to glorify His name, I am not done yet. This life I lived was not enough, I need more time. To show Him how much I valued the salvation He paid very dearly. 

I prayed, and all I could say is " I am not done, but my body is hurting.. don't leave me please. Though the hurt continued, I never felt alone. Having COVID made me feel like Jonah, where he was asked to go to Nineveh but he went to Tarshish, God trapped him in a big fish till he realize what's at stake. See I have an Isaac, God asked me to let it go. Unlike Abraham I did not offer my Isaac instead I kept it and ignored God and this went on for many years.  

God's way of saving me requires pain to help me realize how much He loves me enough to discipline me, make me listen and have me go through suffering to have my heart again. My ever so loving God...