I got sick on December 18th; all I had was a slight scratch in the back of my throat. I came home from work, and there was this little need to clear my throat. I didn't think anything of it. I had spent all day at work answering phones and talking to people, so maybe I had just overworked it. I ate dinner and talked with my son and husband about our days. I watched my husband play red dead redemption online and then went to sleep. I woke up 17 hours later. 17 hours later. That is the time you usually spend awake in a day. I knew that I was sick. I texted my coworkers and then went back to sleep. I spent three days doing this. That was Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
Monday, I went and got a Covid-19 test. I was fearful cause deep down I knew that I was sick. Not just a cold that I had been telling everyone I thought I had or hoped that I had. Christmas was days away, and my daughter is a high risk, so she and her boyfriend wouldn't be coming over. This Christmas would be the first in 18 years that she wasn't opening presents in our house. I was having horrible headaches, and my sinuses felt like they were going to make my head explode like a watermelon that had too many rubber bands put around it. (I will use weird phrases as I have forgotten some common words) I was experiencing immense pain in my abdomen, and this caused me to have diarrhea.
Since then, and 72 days ago, I have muscle pain, then bone pain, not just joint, and I did get that first, but deep down pain in my bones and radiating pain. Sharp stabs of pain that randomly show up can start at the top of my hip, or the tip of a finger, twice in my thumbs since I started typing this. Sometimes it feels like a bone or group of bones, or even the whole side of my body will feel like lava has been poured into my bones. And I mean every bone in my body hurts, either it is radiating pain, or it is sharp stabbing pain, and they can happen simultaneously. So. I. Hurt. All. The. Time.
Also, I have fatigue, a form of tiredness that I have never ever experienced before. My whole body is in shutting down mode all the time. Lately, it has had issues with actually allowing me to shut it down. Insomnia has become my mistress. And she is a bitch. I was a person that thrived on 10 hours of sleep and could do with eight but no less. I can't string that together. Another joy is that I have small experiences of tachycardia that are gone in a breath.
After I got over the initial illness, I felt okay it was two weeks, so I asked if I could come back to work but from home. I needed income, and I love my job and my work family. We were also losing two other employees. So I knew me being out was hard for the other office staff. We are small, so we don't have benefits. And I don't make enough to get insurance for myself, my son, and my husband. So now, I am sick. I have $100 in my bank account, and I can't afford to be this sick. All that I am seeing and hearing is that only specialists can help with the things happening in my body right now. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am really struggling right now, and anything you can help with would be more than I have any right to ask but would be deeply appreciated. (Thank you, Grammarly, for helping me with writing this.)