I’m going to get personal today. I had a rough week. Tuesday evening as I finished dinner, I began to cough and choke and I could not stop. By the time I settled down some, my throat was really raw. It was painful to swallow and even a sip of water burned like I was drinking acid. When my care giver came the next morning I still couldn’t swallow so I went without eating that whole day. I tried cough syrup and throat spray but it felt like I was swallowing fire.
After my care giver left at noon, I got a call from her agency wanting to send her back to take me to a FEMA curbside testing sight for both of us to be tested for COVID-19. It was the first time I had been out of the house in three months and I certainly didn’t feel like it, but for her sake I agreed. I was given a mask and rubber gloves to wear. By the time I got in her car, I was suffocating and had to adjust the mask so I could breathe without passing out. When I got back home, I continued the painful syrup and spray treatments. By that time my body temperature crept up to 99.3 degrees. I finally was able to get some rest Wednesday evening.
The next morning, when my Thursday care giver arrived, my throat was finally feeling better. I asked her to cook some scrambled eggs and a slice of buttered toast. It went down without pain so I continued with a light, soft lunch and dinner without a problem. My body temperature was back to normal. Friday, I was back on more solid food and normal portions. Although my throat is no longer sore, my voice isn’t completely back which is not good for someone who is not a man of few words. What really hurts me is that singing is still out of the question and I really miss that.
I have been in prayer the whole time and God helped me get my Wednesday blog post out on schedule. I won’t get the test results back until Monday or Tuesday, but I am writing this blog post as an early praise report. I’m feeling much better. I didn’t have any other symptoms of COVID virus and my only shortness of breath was when I tried to wear the mask; so I do not believe it was the virus. Whatever it was, it sure got my attention. Praise God for bringing me through it! I hope your life has been better this week, but whatever you might be going through keep a firm grip on God’s unchanging hand.