Personally, I am very cautious when it comes to getting COVID. I wear my mask, I wash my hands, I social distance when possible. I only hang out with a small group of people, I don’t like to party. Personally, I have been fortunate enough to stay healthy throughout the pandemic. However, a few weeks ago, I got a message from my best friend in Junior High and High School. She told me she had COVID. I Immediately freaked out. I had just read horror stories the day before of young, healthy people who had terrible cases. I almost cried, I told her I loved her and begged her to take care of herself. I knew that those stories I had read were just the extremes, meant to scare people into wearing a mask, but she was my best friend (still is). I was going to freak out. Later in the week, I asked her if she’d be interested in writing a post about her experience. A non-horror story. She said she’d love to. Here’s what she had to say about her experience:
“I woke up and I felt like I had been hit by a car. The night before I had convinced myself, I just have to run a few errands before class, and then after class, I could nap, but now that I was awake, the hardest part of the morning was getting out of bed.
But I made myself do it. I’m a college kid, and my grades are important, and to function through the week I need to get groceries, pick up my car from the dealership, and run various other errands before the week kicked off. Typical Monday morning.
I only made it from the dealership that morning. My head was throbbing, and I had a horrible cough. The possibility of COVID lingered in the back of my mind, but I figured it was just the cold that had been making its way around my small college campus. I got ready for class and left my warm dorm room for the classroom where I spend the majority of my time.
It was presentation day for my rhetoric class. I did my best to stay awake through my classmates’ presentations, but I couldn’t do it. I left early. I slept the rest of that day, missing my other class. It was miserable. I have a dry cough, and my head was pounding. My RA moved me to a quarantine room, that way my roommate wouldn’t get anything I had.
The doctor saw me the next morning. They told me they were going to do a COVID test and I laughed. “I don’t think it’s covid. I think it’s just a cold.” I told the nurse. She said she hoped so, probably crossing her fingers behind her back. Fifteen minutes later, she told me I had tested positive for COVID-19.
Immediately my mind began to race. “WHO had I come in contact with that might have been sick? Where could I have gotten it from?” Then the horrible thoughts began to take over. I’ve been in contact with all my classmates. I’ve been hugging and hanging out with most of them. Who else is going to be sick?
If the guilt of possibly getting others sick wasn’t enough, I was running a high fever, and my entire body ached. I was sick. I crawled back into my newly deemed prison and slept. I didn’t notice the fact I had missed three classes in a row, it didn’t really matter.
Over the next couple of days, 7 of 22 students tested positive for COVID. All of us experienced different symptoms. I was drained. I would get up around 9:30 and need to sleep again at 11. I couldn’t function. My friend had coughs that wracked her entire body. Her entire frame would shake as she coughed. The worst symptom I experienced was muscle aches. I felt like the day before I had run a marathon. My legs ached, and my joints felt stretched. A friend gave me magnesium supplements to try and ease the pain, but not even pain medication helped ease my pain.
Yes, the physical side effects were horrible, but mentally, being locked by myself was draining. I consider myself an introvert, so I didn’t mind a couple of days by myself, but as the week wore on, I wished I could have been with my close group of friends, making cookies, and driving to the park, inside of sitting in my room. Being alone for two weeks affected my mental health in ways I didn’t expect.
I was lucky to have a mild brush with COVID because I’m young and relatively in shape. I know many others who have not been as fortunate as I, and I’m grateful for that. I’m still recovering from Covid, and I encourage all the readers, wear a mask, and stay safe.”
Well, you heard (or read) what she said. Wear a mask, people! It’s an easy and proven way to protect yourself and others against COVID-19. Imagine yourself as a knight, and hand sanitizer is your sword, the mask is your shield. You’re very heroic.
Although my friend did have a pretty basic case, it still ruined her life for 2 weeks. I know I was worried constantly. Plus, she is a very healthy young person. If you’ve smoked or vaped, have asthma, are in generally poor health, or are up there in years, your chance of severity and fatality increases. This also applies to young children, so if you are often around little kids or have young siblings, PLEASE be safe for them! You’re not just responsible for yourself, but everyone around you.
Stay safe, stay healthy, stay happy 🙂