MY FRIEND COVID AND THE THREE DEATHS OF AUGUST PART DEUX
The moment Covid was discovered by the snake, the doctor and me, he burst forth with fury and vengeance, like a grizzly prodded from his den. Within a day I was in a world of hurt. Everybody gets attacked differently. For me, everything hurt. Body, mind and soul. I could not move a muscle without experiencing excruciating agony in every bone, muscle and sinew, mind and soul, accompanied by total weakness, loss of energy and total disappearance of gut function. Covid just pulled the plug on my digestive system and all water in my body, intestinal content and anything I tried to replace it with turned on big ocean waves of nausea and a liquified discharge of contents.
My brain felt dizzy and pierced with needles. I lay on my bed and could not move. I was burning in hellfire and flaming out like paper tissue, my hair and skin like tinder, my breath like wisps of smoke. I watched the body dessicating in the span of a day. The scourge of Covid was upon me. I called my daughter and asked for watermelon, green juices, smoothies, green tea and Penta water ultra purified. I could only eat dry boiled potatoes and steamed broccoli with Celtic sea salt. Mostly I drank liquids. I asked for probiotics, vitamins and herbal teas. She bought hundreds of dollars worth of natural drinks for me without question. She saved my life with the fruits, vegetable juices and superfoods. I lost about 15 lbs. in a week. I will post about the actual products that got me through this.
When I looked in the mirror I saw Death creeping in. My hair turned into brittle and limp cotton candy overnight. My face aged twenty years, turned grey and opened deep crevasses. My skin lost all elasticity and hung off my chin. There were dark green circles around my eyes. My skin turned to parchment, except thin as saran wrap. I could see the veins and patterns under my skin. I could see the skull below my facial skin. I had turned transparent. Every breath burnt like fire. Covid was raging through me igniting the gasoline that was my blood. He took my whole body.
Covid was giving me a total makeover from a living, breathing being into a hag that was aging fast-forward, visible to the naked eye. I was like one of the the Walking Dead, falling apart before my own eyes. The transformation was incredible to me and I knew only a miracle could save me now.
It came with a phone call. The phone rang and a woman from the health department was on the line. She gave me specific instructions on how to clean my house and linens, get paper dishes, get a toothbrush for each day and a whole host of other life saving Covid hacks. When I told her about my condition, she explained succinctly and in detail how I needed to go about getting the ‘E-Therapy” (Emergency Therapy) at the local hospital’s emergency room, which hospital to go to and exactly what to say; Even what time to go so I would not be stranded in the waiting room all day before the therapy.
It was the monoclonal antibody infusion that saved my life. An hour’s wait to get the medication, twenty minutes of infusion therapy, an hour’s wait to see if I experienced any reactions, and I was done.
For the rest of the day I felt cured. Energy returned, pain receeded, clarity of mind returned. Silence instead of the hellfire roaring in my head. The following day, the virus returned but at a lower level. It took another two weeks for Covid to leave me entirely and during that time Covid and I had some interesting conversations. We got to know each other and he did something to help me which was unexpected, but a great gift. Read “Covid and the Three Deaths of August Part Trois” if you want to know.
Cinder(ella) Kalima
