Hello to everyone, I'm back on the site after my "adventure" with COVID. Yes, I got it, still don't understand how! Last weekend I came down with a fever, feeling terrible, extreme tiredness, wanting to be sick (but my stomach was empty, no appetite!) so weak I couldn't even talk, couldn't move a finger. All I could do was just stay lying down. It was Sunday evening, I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to take another paracetamol. When I got up from my bed, I felt this excessive dizziness that I'd never felt before, nauseous, then as I put my foot on the first step, my legs just gave way and I went tumbling down, knocking my head on the wall. My daughter saw me, screamed and came up to me, trying to get me to say something. I was conscious but I was in a complete daze, no strength to speak, she said I was as white as a sheet, she accompanied me to the sofa, tried to spoonfeed me with some broth but I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth. I suddenly started sweating, turned cold, my daughter later said how my body temperature had suddenly dropped drastically, she said my forehead was unusually cold, talk about COLD SWEAT!! To cut a long story short, my kids eventually decided to take me to Emergency, where I fell down again, outside, right in front of the hospital! The nurses had to take me in on a stretcher in the end!
Anyway, of course, protocol demands an immediate Covid test but I was sure I didn't have it. After dozens of other tests, minutes later, a group of nurses came charging towards me, saying I was POSITIVE and wheeled me urgently away to the Emergency Covid area. Spent the night there, unable to sleep, of course, attached to a drip! I remember asking two different night nurses if they could accompany me to the bathroom because I still couldn't stand up without falling down, they refused!!!!
I'll stop now, don't want to bring you all down too much, I'm ok now, NEGATIVE Covid test yesterday evening, yipeeeee! The weakness and lack of strength are still present but I know that's normal.
During those first hours, I kept calling out to my C (in my mind), asking him what I should do, he would have known, I know I wouldn't have felt half as bad as I did, if he had been here. Miss him so, so, so, much - more and more each day.
Robin, so sorry about your horrifying experience with that sudden fire, glad to hear everything went for the best and you'll soon be getting a new oven.
Sending you all a hug.
Rose
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