Denial [Before] the Velvet Rope
This is not what you expect. It’s probably not even what you want. But right now, I’m honestly too tired to care.
I am (slowly) recovering from covid-19, the incredibly awful, painful virus caused by the novel coronavirus. It’s really not ideal.
I spent weeks begging for anyone in my area to test me. I called and begged Emergency Rooms in my area to treat me. I had paperwork from my physician stating that I was “presumed covid” and also “high risk” for dangerous and life-ending complications.
No one would see me.
I was told multiple times that I would NOT be allowed in hospital on the US side of the border in NY State (where I’m currently located). I was even told I’d be escorted off the property of any hospital should I turn up with covid symptoms.
As a result I spent days progressively gasping harder just to survive.
Now, I’m no prudish, prim princess when it comes to pain, misery, endurance, and sheer bitchy willpower to live regardless of ANY situation. I even (technically) died once in surgery for over 1 minute and 20 seconds and I bitchily kicked ass all the way back to life.
Anyway, disregarding all the other shit of personal endurance, I will freely and openly admit that my covid SUCKED. I know I’d never live through another bought of that, a relapse of it, or possibly even some basic bronchitis at this point.
Despite all I’ve endured, I have never, ever worked that hard to draw such shallow breaths. Ever.
I was genuinely dying; my hospitals and local doctors would’ve just had me die and be out of their hair. I will never forget being given that impression nor forget what they told me.
Verbatim.
I am (slowly) recovering from covid-19, the incredibly awful, painful virus caused by the novel coronavirus. It’s really not ideal.
I spent weeks begging for anyone in my area to test me. I called and begged Emergency Rooms in my area to treat me. I had paperwork from my physician stating that I was “presumed covid” and also “high risk” for dangerous and life-ending complications.
No one would see me.
I was told multiple times that I would NOT be allowed in hospital on the US side of the border in NY State (where I’m currently located). I was even told I’d be escorted off the property of any hospital should I turn up with covid symptoms.
As a result I spent days progressively gasping harder just to survive.
Now, I’m no prudish, prim princess when it comes to pain, misery, endurance, and sheer bitchy willpower to live regardless of ANY situation. I even (technically) died once in surgery for over 1 minute and 20 seconds and I bitchily kicked ass all the way back to life.
Anyway, disregarding all the other shit of personal endurance, I will freely and openly admit that my covid SUCKED. I know I’d never live through another bought of that, a relapse of it, or possibly even some basic bronchitis at this point.
Despite all I’ve endured, I have never, ever worked that hard to draw such shallow breaths. Ever.
I was genuinely dying; my hospitals and local doctors would’ve just had me die and be out of their hair. I will never forget being given that impression nor forget what they told me.
Verbatim.
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