The dreaded disease

I am told I have been a little blasé about Coronavirus. Not quite strictly true ( I hope ) there was just too much information on the media for my brain to assimilate. I have dyslexia and brain overload happens with too much info and I switch off.

I’m actually studying at university English and Creative Writing. This was my final year, now that’s all on hold while I recover from the onslaught of the virus.

I was admitted to Worthing hospital in Sussex I didn’t feel terribly unwell, however I did collapse the day before. Two days later o was taken to ITU as I wasn’t responding to treatment. The doctors were very graphic about the treatment you may receive, mine was being flooded with oxygen and antibiotics. Wires everywhere tubes in both arms catheter, you name it I had it.

A dedicated nurse 24/7.

I was a lucky one, as you see I’m writing this.

There are no words adequate enough to say thank you to the NHS Doctors and Nurses who fought tooth and nail to save not only mine but everyone else’s life. To them it was a personal fight, one they weren’t prepared to give up lightly.

The aftermath is exhaustion, extreme tiredness, aversion to strong smells, smoke and burning rubber will take my breath away.

I can literally ‘drop’ if I do too much, and fall asleep.

I’m told it will take many weeks to recover.

I feel terrible sad at all those people who lost their fight for life, especially those much younger than I, why me what did I do that kept me alive. I prayed, and did everything I was told to do. The most important thing was to stay calm! Don’t panic.