Comfort food when sick with COVID
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netThe full article was published in Quora in the past: As a physician, how did you deal with your personal battle with Covid-19?A physicianu2019s battle with Covid-19Loss of smell, fever and headacheI came home from the hospital that day with severe body aches, a nasty headache and chills.
I checked if I could smell, which was a daily practice I have been doing since the pandemic began.
,Loss of smell sensation could be an early symptom of Covid-19.
I tried to smell a perfume from my wifeu2019s collection.
I could not smell it! It was as if I was trying to smell water!I checked my temperature, it was 101F.
Without having a second thought, I said to myself: O God, I have it!! The symptoms were too familiar!,Getting infected with CoronavirusI called my hospital and my scheduled hospital works were cancelled.
I have to go to a Covid-19 testing center for the test.
Next morning with a fever of 102F, headaches and chills, I drove to the test center.
,It was part of the hospital outpatient.
A row of cars were waiting for the test.
A nurse in full PPE gear came up to me, did a quick heart and the lung exam while I was inside my car.
,The actual test involved a swab that went deep inside my oral cavity.
The department of county health called me next morning.
I am positive for the Novel Coronavirus.
,A peek inside the isolationSuddenly it was, as if I became radioactive! I knew that no one should come near me or touch me or even breath around me.
I didnu2019t wait for my Covid-19 test result.
I isolated myself in quarantine when I found out that I had a fever and I lost my smell sensation.
,The venue for my isolation was my bedroom with attached bathroom.
I kept my door closed all the time.
My wife left my food and drinks on a small table placed outside my door.
After making sure that she has left, I stepped outside the room while wearing my N-95 mask, carried the food inside and closed the door behind me.
,I used to do FaceTime and zoom chat with my wife, children and friends.
That was the extent of my connection with the world outside my room for the days of my home quarantine.
,Over the next several days, I continued having waxing and waning fever.
My oxygen levels stayed within normal range.
My smell sensation returned by the fourth day.
,My biggest concern was whether I was going to face a Covid-19 cytokine storm, which is the result of devastating burst of self destructive antibody production by our bodyu2019s own defense mechanism.
This begins to happen around 7-10 days from the beginning of the infection.
,There came the stormOn day seven, my condition suddenly changed and got worse.
I started getting violent coughing spells, so severe that I hardly could say a word.
I spent all night sitting on my bedside sofa, with my eyes droopy with sleep, unable to sleep due to endless assaults from the Covid cough.
,By the end of the night, my oxygen level started going down.
In the early hours of morning, the oxygen level dropped to 92% from 98% the day before.
I knew this was my time to head towards the hospital, which I did.
The nearest hospital was within fifteen minutes driving distance from my home.
,My trip to the hospitalDespite my concerns of exposing anyone of my family with Covid-19, my older son insisted that he would drive me to the hospital.
My mind was in a haze, likely from my low oxygen level, and having sleepless nights.
,I watched him wearing N95 mask and get into the driving seat.
I saw my wife and my eleventh grader son standing outside the house.
They were waving bye to me as I was driven away in the darkness of very early morning.
Their faces were half covered with masks, concealing their anxiety, emotions and concerns.
,I did not anticipate any surprise as to what to expect in a Covid-19 respiratory isolation room.
I have been in similar rooms too many times, seen too many people gasping for breath, too many of them embracing the ultimate fate.
,The concerns about the potentially deadly nature of the disease didnu2019t really affect me at the time when I was getting admitted to the hospital.
There was no feeling of impending doom within me.
I just wanted to feel better and my cough to go away.
,The painful story ofEvery Covid-19 patient has a unique story to tell.
Some are mild with minimal symptoms, but some others are more severe, or even fatal.
Most of their painful experiences are not witnessed by others.
They suffer behind the scenes, isolated from the rest of the world.
They go through physical sufferings and psychological devastation in a lonely world.
They struggle to breath and try to stay alive.
The only people they see are the health care providers with protective gears, muffled voices from behind the N-95 masks.
,They feel scared and they want their family to be by their bedside, comforting them, holding their hands.
Certainly they do not get those desires fulfilled, even though some of them approach their last breath.
,Life goes onu2026I left the hospital on the 7th day.
I was able to return to work, two weeks after coming out of the hospital.
The wiping and cleaning rituals continue as intense as it was at the beginning of the pandemic.
,Thankfully, I am seeing less numbers of Covid-19 patients as the cases of Covid-19 have gone down in the state of Pennsylvania.
We try to deal with our nervousness and angst with a lot of humor and camaraderie at work.
,We are not only concerned about the mass fatality of our patients, but we are also scared about our own life and safety.
We know that any wrong move with peeling off and handling our PPE gears, can cause infection to others and we ourselves can end up in a ventilator.
,This is the reality now and will continue to be the reality for the foreseeable future.
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