Nothing has changed. I’m still nauseated or have no appetite, very tired, and have diarrhea. I’m drinking lots of liquids trying to flush this out of me but it’s not working. I’m at a loss.
I spent most of the night before and today sleeping other than watching tv and talking to Randy on the phone. I tried to get a hold of the doctor to make an appointment but the best they would do was a video call with someone other than my doctor. For some reason, my doctor wasn’t available.
This Covid thing really sucks. I want to be seen now and in person. I need tests. I need an antibiotic to kill whatever is in my gut. Enough is Enough.
While talking on Facebook chat with my family, I told them I was going to go to the ER tomorrow so they can run tests and give me an antibiotic so I can get over whatever this is.
I awoke around midnight feeling really weak and hot. My sheets were damp with sweat. I was so tired and weak I wasn’t sure if I would be able to get out of bed.
I went to grab my thermometer but I couldn’t find it. I swore I brought my thermometer upstairs with me but I couldn’t locate it.
I managed to go to the bathroom and when I looked in the mirror my face was red. My head and body felt hot. I was running a fever.
I popped a couple of Tylenol went back to bed. There was no way I was going to make it down the stairs to get the thermometer and make it back up. I was starting to become scared because I was so weak. I thought about trying to get downstairs and calling 911. But, I wasn’t even sure I could make it down there safely.
So I watched tv waiting for the medicine to take effect. After about 45 minutes I found my thermometer under my remote controls. I took my temperature and at that time I was over 102. My fever was coming down but not down enough. I popped a couple of ibuprofen and watch some more tv till I finally fell back to sleep for the night.