I wondered if I was getting sick. I doubted it. At the
beginning of lockdown, I had felt rundown several times and was paranoid I had
Covid. But the feeling always passed within the day. I realized this Covid
business had made me so hyper alert to any quirky pain that I was quickly becoming
a hypochondriac.
In the 18-plus months since the initial lockdown, I and my
family had avoided the dreaded Covid. When the vaccines became available to health
workers, I jumped at the chance. I was looking forward to being around my
84-year-old mother without guilt.
Originally, the vaccines were to greatly decrease your
chance of serious disease, being hospitalized or dying. As it turned out, the
vaccines proved even more effective than anticipated. Very few who had been
vaccinated were contracting the illness.
Epidemiologists urged everyone to get vaccines as soon as
they were eligible. If the majority of the population were vaccinated, it would
mitigate the risk of the virus mutating and we could get to the other side of
this thing and back to life. They were not sure if the vaccines would have the same efficacy against future variants.
By summer cases had dropped significantly. I think people,
including myself, thought Covid would be old news. I had obsessively checked
the Minnesota Public Health for daily updates on number of positive cases in our
county. By mid summer, numbers were in the single digits. There were even days
when zero positive cases were recorded.
I had been cavalier from the beginning. I am embarrassed to
say I confidently proclaimed Covid was wildly overblown. I wasn’t scared.
But then Delta emerged as a new variant. Cases began to rise
again and the vaccines were becoming less efficient in preventing breakthrough cases. Still the data showed the vaccines were effective in decreasing severity and length of illness. In other words, they were keeping people out of the hospital and dying. I had developed a healthy respect for the
virus, but I felt I wasn’t at risk. I have no underlying health problems. I’d
like to lose a few pounds, but I didn’t think I was at an unhealthy weight.
So, when I got home last Wednesday with the start of a fever
and a continued sharp headache, I wasn’t that concerned. I didn't have Covid. I had been
vaccinated. But, I called in to work for the next day, just so I wouldn’t pass on
any other bug I might have.
Through the night my symptoms worsened. My fever had me
alternating between shivering and changing nightgowns from drenching sweat. The
only thing that gave me relief was soaking in a hot bath. I took three long baths
through the night.
I got tested the next morning, my birthday. As I waited through the day for results, I told myself my chances for
being negative were 92 percent. The daily positively rate was 8 percent. I was sure
I’d be in the 92 percent, even though by this time my symptoms were continuinally worsening—a terrible pressure headache, sore throat, stuffy nose, body aches,
and fever. But I still had my sense of taste and smell.
It wasn’t
until 8:00 I finally saw the result.
SARS CoV-2 RNA, PCR - Detected |
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I had Covid. No way. I guess I shouldn't have been shocked, but I was. I had no idea where I had picked it up. I hadn't been around very many people, other than work and we all wear masks and socially distance.
I was humbled by being wrong in my previous convictions. I
wasn’t invincible after all. I got sick despite being vaccinated. I didn’t want
to share the information publicly for fear that it would further entrench
people’s positions that vaccines don’t work.
Well, they hadn’t worked for me in not getting infected, but I felt
pretty strongly they’d keep me from getting severely sick.
I received a call the next day from Employee Health and Minnesota
Public Health. I was impressed by the streamlined process of reporting and
communication. Every single person I talked to was courteous, kind, and compassionate. I wondered how often they had to do this every day.
Even though I felt I would be fine, I was surprised by how
sick I was. I hadn’t slept the night before. I had the classic Covid headache
which has been described as a severe whole head pressure pain. But, just for a
fun little twist, my teeth hurt. The kind of pain when you are desperate for a
root canal. Maybe it was just an unhappy coincidence that I had a bad tooth.
More likely, it was just another weapon in this bug’s arsenal. I was grossed
out by the thought all this came from a dang bat. Not natural.
I received an e-mail that I was qualified for receiving
monoclonal antibodies because I was in a higher risk group for serious
infection. Linked was a video that was helpful in explaining the process and
how the infusion worked. I called the number provided to get more information..
The nurse who answered my call was thorough in explaining the process and told
me that the antibodies had been remarkably effective in decreasing the amount
of time of recovery and greatly lowering the chances of becoming severely sick.
It was only effective though if given while the symptoms were mild or moderate.
If I began to have respiratory symptoms, it would be too late to be beneficial.
I was curious why I was considered high risk. She said the
only thing she could see was that I was just slightly over the BMI. I actually weighed less than I had when my weight
had been recorded at my last doctor’s appointment. I probably was in the BMI
parameters, but I wasn’t arguing. I was more than ready to sign up. Bring on
the antibodies. I wanted to get this thing over with as soon as possible. The
nurse ended the conversation assuring me that because I had been vaccinated my
chances were greatly improved for a good outcome.
I was instructed that when I arrived to the appointment to
stay in my car and call the number to be let into the building. The nurse who
answered asked how I was walking. I wondered why she’d be asking, but thought
it was standard protocol to see if I were a fall risk. I told her I could walk
fine. She told me she’d meet me at the door.
From there, every nurse with whom I interacted was
exceptional. Each was very kind, empathetic, and patient in explaining the
process and answering my questions. One nurse said they saw a remarkable
difference in how sick people became. The difference being the vaccinated walked
into the building on their own accord. The unvaccinated were often so weak they
couldn’t stand and had to be wheeled in. Thus the question about whether I
could walk, I guess. She said that the Covid ICU was full of patients, almost
entirely unvaccinated.
The staff seemed genuinely sad about how sick these patients
became. I heard from several they did not judge people’s opinions. One of the
nurses said it was humbling. None of us has the answers. It’s prideful to think
that we do.
That resonated with me. I had waffled on my position on the
seriousness of the pandemic from the beginning… even saying before it arrived
in the US
that it would be a nothing burger. I had gone back and forth from being
paranoid to thinking it was wildly overblown, often being very vocal in sharing
my opinions.
I realize how incredibly lucky I was not to have gotten
Covid last year, before I was vaccinated and treatments were still being
developed. My symptoms were on par with the worst case of flu I’ve ever had. I
was miserable with Covid, but I never had life-threatening symptoms. The virus didn’t
reach my lungs where the real damage is done.
The infusion lasted 20 minutes. I was to stay another hour
to make sure that I had no reaction.
The nurse who removed my port said I would be feeling much improved in
the next day or so. After she removed the port, she shook her head, “This
Covid. It’s been a long road.” Then she smiled, “We’ll get through it.”
The nurses who helped me were an example of grace, humility
and compassion. As the nurse walked me
to the door, I asked when her shift was over. She said that normally they would be done, but
it was critical to infuse patients early on. They were continuing appointments into
the evening and had a full Saturday.
I didn’t bound out of bed the next day completely recovered like
I optimistically thought I would. I had another day of on-and-off fevers and
nausea. Today I am weak from being in bed for four days and have a lingering
headache, but I feel much improved. The fever, nausea and body aches are gone. I still need to isolate in the house for the next week and stay away from Dave. I think we're already getting a little cagey.
I have been humbled. I’m done making judgments on how this
virus is being managed. Despite our biases one way or another, I believe
people’s intentions are good. I am grateful to live here and I appreciate the
access to excellent medical care. Has the pandemic been handled perfectly? Of
course not. Humans will never get it perfectly right. Mistakes were made early
on and messaging may not have been the best, but this has been an overwhelming
burden to those who are leading the fight against it. We've come a long way in learning how to treat it.
I hope I can exhibit the grace that was extended to me.
I haven't posted in this "Older than 50 but Younger than Dirt" blog for quite a while. Next year, the title will no longer apply. I'll be 60--closer to the dirt side I would think.