COVID-19: My Short Experience with an Evil Virus
I hesitated to write this story, and I chose not to talk about it in the beginning. In this peculiar, stressful environment, I did not want any type of sympathy or support. I did not even want to bother my friends or attract attention to myself. However, I decided to write about my experience. Because what affected me the most, is the fact that I went through this cloudy phase, and I had no resources despite the fact that I read hundreds of articles about what might have happened to me and how things would evolve after that. Through the testimony of two of my friends who lived the same experience, I got the chance to plan and gather my strength to write about a war against a violent, sneaky enemy.
My testimony is not scientific, I am not a doctor. This can not be considered as a curing protocol or even a protective one. It is just the description of two weeks that I lived with the virus COVID-19. It is hard to compare this virus to Influenza because in my case it lasted 14 days.
The first three days were confusing, because of the strong, terrible headache that made me addicted to Ibuprofen. I almost used it to make the pain bearable, but I resisted it. Maybe it was the thing that saved my life. On the fourth day, the pain stopped suddenly. The virus realized that I did not take the Anti-inflammatory pills. And somehow, it decided to deal with me differently. In time of severe fever, I would imagine the virus as a small creature holding a knife and is very hard to catch. I would imagine that is possible for me to crash it, simply crash it, if only I could catch it, and get a hold of it. You can imagine it like a Gremlin, I imagine it like in this picture below.
On the fourth day, the virus decided to settle in my respiratory tracks. I felt the inflammation in my bronchi and I had the impression that my lungs were turning in emptiness. I did not have difficulties breathing and I was coughing a bit. Quickly, it went from a dry cough to a wet cough. I was alternating between antitussives and expectorants. It was here that I realized that the virus was asking for this. For me to chug down syrups that block the process of my immune system. So I stopped all medications starting from the fifth day. I only kept 4 grams of Doliprane and vitamin C. Meanwhile, fever settled down in my body, along with body aches, hallucinations, and fatigue.
On the sixth day, I read that my friend was infected with COVID-19 and that he was doing well. I waited for two days and then I called him hoping that he would be a great help for me. Yes, I was on social media. It distracted me a bit and it allowed me to follow up with the dumb debate on the Chloroquine. Dumb because non-experts reached the point of insulting others because of their inability to provide scientific evidence. It was at this moment that I started considering hospitalization. Even though I was not healing, I was breathing well enough, and I did not feel like I was getting worse. I thought it would be better to get informed on the nearest emergency service in case of a quick deterioration of my state and to stay home.
On the sixth day, I felt better. The pressure I used to feel in my chest decreased and I started breathing as if I were in a mountain. I did not know that this damn virus had shut down my senses of smell and taste. I only realized that when I could not smell the cleanser.
At that moment, COVID-19 began its own search for new organs. Looking for signs of diseases or ways to penetrate through me even more. I felt some pain in my joints, my liver, and my lungs, then diarrhea. I could not sleep due to nausea because once one loses their senses to smell and taste things, all is left is their sense of touch. And I can assure you that it brings a disgusting feeling.
On the ninth day, I discovered Vitamin C in the form of a powder, and it was quite effective when it comes to boosting the ability of physical endurance. Nothing changed much until the thirteenth day, because then… then I felt like I had the flu. I was surprised because even though my fever leveled up, I did not feel the pressure anymore, the virus was saying “goodbye”! The virus told me goodbye as he left me with a fever of 38 degrees and non-stop coughing.
I felt much better the day after. My best friends during those painful days, especially those who really took care of me are: Doliprane 1000 with an amount of 4 pills per day, drinking unlimited loads of water, Aloysia and honey, in addition to Vitamin C powder with an amount of 4 grams per day. Also, Ventoline when breathing becomes hard.
The enemies are: fear, pain, and medications ( apart from the ones I previously mentioned and within the amounts I talked about, do not approach any kind of medication even if it was for clearing your nose or to heal your coughing). Too much food is not necessary. My advice is; if you are a smoker, have a chronic disease, or have a weak immune system, go to the hospital. However, make sure not to transfer the virus to other people, especially the medical staff, pay attention to the preventive measures.
My crucial advice; do not leave the house. And if you absolutely have to, use the medical mask and glasses in order to avoid any spitting and face touching. Wash your hands once you get home. Be organized rather than being obsessed with this whole situation, and do not overthink about the virus.
Ahh, I forgot to mention one thing. Keep a healthy diet, you can live without bread and sugar. It won’t be the end of the world.
As for smokers and sugarholics, this is the perfect opportunity to reduce your consumption or to quit. I’d like to thank the doctors and everyone who stood by me and offered me support and advice during my distress. I wish a great recovery to those who are still sick and suffering. You’ll get through this.
Author: Akram Kharief.
Original text: Covid-19 ma petite expérience contre un méchant virus.