In February, my husband, two children, and I got COVID.
Over the course of this, I have had four friends and one cousin die from COVID. I don’t want to see any more friends or family die, and I certainly do not want to catch it again.
I have always considered myself healthy and hearty. When I heard about COVID, I figured if I got it, I would be asymptomatic and unaffected. I was 38 when I tested positive for COVID in early November 2020, and I was wrong about how it would go.
When I got COVID-19 in October 2020, I was in a skilled nursing facility recovering from an injury that was almost a year old.
I was hospitalized for 30 days and spent 11 days on a ventilator. I suffered a retroperitoneal hemorrhage and a plexopathy that impeded my left femoral nerve and left my left leg pretty much paralyzed.
I had COVID in August 2020. When I started symptoms, I was so sure I did not have COVID.
We all Have a story.
My youngest son felt hopeless and helpless. Alec took his life on March 31, 2021.
I was a CNA and CMA at our local nursing home. My mother was a resident there. I quit my job when she entered the facility and began working there so I could be with her and help care for her. The facility was hiring a lot of travel aides from all over the country due to staff shortage. That’s how the virus got into our facility.