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Honestly, its so frustrating seeing someone be like "I'm positive for covid, what if I die uwu ~?"
So here's a little story of how this illness is no joke.
March 16th I tested positive for Covid-19.
I had been doing everything right at that point-
So here's a little story of how this illness is no joke.
March 16th I tested positive for Covid-19.
I had been doing everything right at that point-
I had been staying in my home and social distancing, but a family member had brought it home.
Everyone in my household had gotten sick and tested positive the same time as me. We were the first 4 confirmed cases in our city.
Everyone in my household had gotten sick and tested positive the same time as me. We were the first 4 confirmed cases in our city.
2 days later, March 18th, I suddenly couldn't breathe. It was so bad I couldn't physically make it up the 12 stairs to get out of the basement where my room was.
An ambulance was called and I was forced to go up those few stairs to get onto a stretcher. My blood oxygen was at 74
An ambulance was called and I was forced to go up those few stairs to get onto a stretcher. My blood oxygen was at 74
I was taken to a hospital where they rushed to put me under and intubate me. While I was under i had reflexively pulled the tubes out of me, so they had to do it all over again, this time giving me a drug to paralyze my body so this couldn't happen a second time.
While I was in this induced coma, the hospital figured out I needed a better ventilator. One they didn't have at that location.
But they couldn't move me. Why? Because my heart rate would spike any time they attempted moving me-
But they couldn't move me. Why? Because my heart rate would spike any time they attempted moving me-
These spikes put me well 8n heart attack range, and being covid positive, if I had a heart attack they could not resuscitate me. I was in that hospital for a few days before they could finally transfer me safely.
During those few days my mom had received the phone call every parent dreads.
"Your son may not make it through the night."
But by some miracle I made it. I was transfered to hospital #2 where I laid comatose for what ended up being a grand total of 15 days.
"Your son may not make it through the night."
But by some miracle I made it. I was transfered to hospital #2 where I laid comatose for what ended up being a grand total of 15 days.
Now, seeing as covid was still relatively new at this time, doctors weren't sure of the best treatments for survival. Turns out, intubation at this time had an 85% mortality rate, meaning my chance of even getting out of that coma was 15%.
During this coma my temperature spiked to 106°f, and stayed around there despite them packing ice around me for a few days.
Eventually my fever dropped and I was taken off the ventilator, my oxygen hanging around the mid 80s.
Eventually my fever dropped and I was taken off the ventilator, my oxygen hanging around the mid 80s.
I woke up not knowing who or where I was. My speaking was around a 1st grade level and I kept telling nurses my name was Ethan.
It took a few days, but eventually my memories and who I was came back to me.
It took a few days, but eventually my memories and who I was came back to me.
I was now testing negative for covid, but there was a few new problems.
I couldn't move any part of my body, and I had a pressure wound from my coma.
My wound is just below my tailbone and was 14cm deep, and wide enough to fit 4 fingers in at once.
I couldn't move any part of my body, and I had a pressure wound from my coma.
My wound is just below my tailbone and was 14cm deep, and wide enough to fit 4 fingers in at once.
I was soon transfered to a 3rd hospital to care for the wound and have physically therapy.
I had to have a surgery done to remove the dead tissue from my wound too.
But slowly my wound started healing, and I started to be able to move my legs and right arm slightly.
I had to have a surgery done to remove the dead tissue from my wound too.
But slowly my wound started healing, and I started to be able to move my legs and right arm slightly.
I was eventually discharged and able to go home on June 5th.
I still have the wound on my backside, it's currently 3cm deep and no wider than a pencil. The gauze inside gets changed 2 times a day.
I still have therapy, my right arm is almost fully functional.
I still have the wound on my backside, it's currently 3cm deep and no wider than a pencil. The gauze inside gets changed 2 times a day.
I still have therapy, my right arm is almost fully functional.
I can now also kick both my legs up really high.
Though I cannot sit up on my own, stand, or walk yet.
And my left arm won't move more than me slightly flexing my fingers.
I also have neuropathy in that arm, along with both feet, meaning I cannot feel them.
Though I cannot sit up on my own, stand, or walk yet.
And my left arm won't move more than me slightly flexing my fingers.
I also have neuropathy in that arm, along with both feet, meaning I cannot feel them.
I have a long road to recovery ahead of me, and some tough therapy to get through, but I'm pushing myself to get better.
So don't you DARE make testing positive for covid into this uwu-fest for clout.
So don't you DARE make testing positive for covid into this uwu-fest for clout.
Updating this with some good news!
My pressure wound from my coma has fully healed! We are monitoring the location very closely just in case though.
I can also sit up on my own unassisted now, and ive even begun work on standing up.
My pressure wound from my coma has fully healed! We are monitoring the location very closely just in case though.
I can also sit up on my own unassisted now, and ive even begun work on standing up.
My max for standing up is 25 seconds before my legs give out though. But I also have an electric wheelchair now, and I've been managing to get in and out of it unassisted as well!
