It all began with a low fever and a headache on 1 July this year. I had a mild fever, not very high, just 36.1°C, but I was also feeling alright so I ignored the symptoms because it felt like normal flu.
I bought some medication and continued to work until Monday when I couldn’t get up from the bed. My one-year-old son woke up very weak on the same day.
He couldn’t eat or move and neither could I. It all happened a minimum of three days into the start of odd symptoms. It started with my sense of smell, then taste. I had this metal taste in my mouth that I couldn’t get rid of.
It turned into a runny tummy and vomiting at the same time.
After a couple of days, my son was back to his old self but I wasn’t. My chest was closing and I couldn’t breathe. I could
feel my body giving up on me because I couldn’t eat.
After I got my positive test results it was already too late.
On 11 July, I couldn’t breathe at all. Breathing was the hardest part and I wished I could stop breathing because the pain was unbearable. Every breath, yawn or cough was accompanied by excruciating pain.
My family called different hospitals but I couldn’t get a bed at the time. We went to different clinics with no luck until my mom opted for a general practitioner in the area.
I had to pay more than R750 just to be put on a ventilator and get some vitamins.
Like many others, I was very reluctant to go to a hospital until I felt very helpless and saw my life flashing before my eyes, but it was already a little too late.
While tens of thousands of people have died with exactly the same problem, I had a pretty severe brush with Covid, and while I cannot say I came out fine, I’m just glad I came out alive and in time to get the vaccine.
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