The week of January 24, 2021 I started feeling bad. To be honest, I thought it was my usual winter allergy attack. I felt really good on Tuesday, January 26th, but by 10pm that night I had a fever. On Wednesday, January 27th I went and had a rapid COVID test. It was positive. I went home, went to bed, and over the next 8 days struggled like I have never struggled before. My main symptoms were a fever, severe headache, extreme fatigue, and a back ache that was some of the worst pain I have ever experienced in my life. Around day 5 or 6, the dry cough started and my breathing became difficult. I monitored my blood/oxygen levels. Thankfully they were never a problem. I lost my appetite, though I never lost my taste or smell. It was a horrible experience. I probably should have gone to the hospital, but to be honest, I thought if I went to the hospital I would never come out. There was one night I started coughing and could not catch my breath. My heart started racing so fast I thought it was going to explode. I’m not afraid to die, but this was scary. I reached out to the leaders of my church for prayer. I then reached out to several of my pastor friends in Honduras and to my friends on death-row. I needed prayer warriors and I have learned that God listens to the prayers of prisoners. Somewhere around day 8-10, I woke up in the middle of the night and took a deep breath. I felt normal. It was as if the virus just left…”poof”…it was gone. it was surreal. I am still tired. I am still taking it easy. I know there is a long road to recovery, but the feeling that it was over was a relief. I survived! Continue reading →
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