hungan1
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I have not been posting for awhile.
My dearest wife passed away last September after her arduous battle with cancer. A month later, I was hospitalized for Covid Pneumonia. The emotional, mental, and physical stress took its toll on my body. I got exposed to Covid through community exposure. Covid hit me real hard being very vulnerable.
A trip to the ER being unable to breath rushed me to a Covid-19 hospital ICU. They hooked me up on an Intubated Ventilator for a few days to save my life. I lost twenty some pounds in one week. I could not sleep. The positive pressure blower was very noisy. They did not give me food or drinks during that time. I was on ivy fluids and a cocktail of medications including Remdesivir, and was constantly awaken around the clock for blood samples or injections, etc...
After learning how to swallow, I was moved out of the ICU. I cried when I saw that a big chunk of my muscles were gone. I had to relearn everything from learning how to eat to learning how to walk. I am a"long hauler" needing oxygen because my lungs cannot pump out enough oxygen to the rest of my body.
It will be March of next year that I will find out if I can return to work and/or if I will need oxygen for a long time.
My kids and I finally had time to lay a wreath on my wife's grave last Sunday. We haven't had time to grieve. My kids were worried sick that they were losing both parents. I was determined with lots of prayers.
My message to you all is be careful. Take this pandemic seriously. Wear a mask, keep your duration of contact down to a minimum, and make your public presence small.
It is a miracle that I am alive.
My dearest wife passed away last September after her arduous battle with cancer. A month later, I was hospitalized for Covid Pneumonia. The emotional, mental, and physical stress took its toll on my body. I got exposed to Covid through community exposure. Covid hit me real hard being very vulnerable.
A trip to the ER being unable to breath rushed me to a Covid-19 hospital ICU. They hooked me up on an Intubated Ventilator for a few days to save my life. I lost twenty some pounds in one week. I could not sleep. The positive pressure blower was very noisy. They did not give me food or drinks during that time. I was on ivy fluids and a cocktail of medications including Remdesivir, and was constantly awaken around the clock for blood samples or injections, etc...
After learning how to swallow, I was moved out of the ICU. I cried when I saw that a big chunk of my muscles were gone. I had to relearn everything from learning how to eat to learning how to walk. I am a"long hauler" needing oxygen because my lungs cannot pump out enough oxygen to the rest of my body.
It will be March of next year that I will find out if I can return to work and/or if I will need oxygen for a long time.
My kids and I finally had time to lay a wreath on my wife's grave last Sunday. We haven't had time to grieve. My kids were worried sick that they were losing both parents. I was determined with lots of prayers.
My message to you all is be careful. Take this pandemic seriously. Wear a mask, keep your duration of contact down to a minimum, and make your public presence small.
It is a miracle that I am alive.
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