Harshit Dayal contracted COVID-19 in April. While his indications were gentle, horrifying body torment, shortcoming tormented him the most. He affirms the benefit of beginning treatment early and urges everybody to not sit tight for the test results to make the main strides. Here's his COVID story:
It's bewildering to perceive how abnormal our reality has become since the beginning of COVID-19. Sometime in the past individuals could stroll on the roads unreservedly with no worries or pain. Presently, we are simply bound to an existence of awfulness and wretchedness. The very roads that once took you to your objective may give you an illness that can remove your life instantly. We are living in a questionable and unsure world. Be that as it may, finally, we need to have something to expect throughout everyday life. I'm an 18-year-old person from Patna, Bihar, India. Here is my COVID Journey. How I got the infection and what improvement it made in my life.
The COVID circumstance had quieted down in many pieces of the country and my state before the finish of 2020. When the main wave froze down, everybody had returned to their typical daily practice. Schools, shops, and numerous different spots that were shut for such countless months at last returned. Assuming that the furious disease has dwindled, we sprang to our feet once more. Encountering the rest of the world around them was a remarkable sensation. India's inoculation drive started assembling colossal motivation. The seniors in my family got their first portion of Covishield, which came as a wellspring of vital alleviation. Everything appeared to be clear until the finish of March 2021. At that point came the ghastly long periods of April and May that observed the ascent of the second rush of this angered infection.
Hearing the accounts of the second wave on the web and TV frequently gave me chills. Everybody used to examine how unsafe it was and the new side effects it administered. I got COVID somewhat recently in April. Also, it was the most exceedingly awful seven-day stretch of as long as I can remember.
I began sensing body pain on 22nd April, and I had a feeling that this might be a symptom of the second wave of Coronavirus as I heard a lot about it from other people. I discussed it with my friends and family. In the end, I took it as a normal pain that comes from exercising as I used to train a lot at that time.
On the morning of 23rd April, I was feeling dizzy when I woke up. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't figure it out. I was experiencing a severe headache and body pain that was unbearable. My mom touched me and said, "You have a fever". It was at this moment, a string of cynical images blazed before my eyes. I remember asking a close friend of mine about this, and how he facetiously replied, "it must be COVID". Failing to accept the truth and assuming that it's just ordinary flu, I slept for some more time. Upon waking up, I found out that my sister was also going through the same body pain. I had a bad feeling since the beginning of all this but was too startled to endure the fate. It began to look obvious now. Still, we were not sure about anything. I took the usual medicine prescribed for a high temperature. And after one capsule of Paracetamol, my fever went away for a few minutes. I felt enthusiastic and relieved. I told everyone that I think it is a common flu and body pain is just an eventuality. But then, the dizziness came back. The return of that woozy feeling prompted me to reconsider things. Life was acting as a scapegrace to me. I started recording my body temperature. I had a persistent fever of 99 degrees throughout the day. And whenever it crossed 100, I used to take one capsule of Paracetamol. I took a total of three capsules of Paracetamol in a single day. The night of 23rd April petrifies me to this day. It is too difficult to describe the discomfort I felt while sleeping that night. The weakness went to such a sickening degree that I had to take the aid of a wall to turn my body while sleeping. I couldn't even turn my body on my own. It was when my fever stretched to 102 degrees that I kept my skepticism aside and started following the remedies for COVID. On 24th April, I lost my sense of taste and smell. It was a bewildering impression. The exasperation of not being able to smell or taste anything at all was truly troublesome. By this time, I started looking for available slots in nearby labs to get tested. Another day passed on with the same adhesive fatigue. At that time, like everyone, we too purchased an oximeter. I recall the first time I examined my oxygen level with that pulse oximeter. In the dusk of 24th April, I stuck my fingertip inside the pulse oximeter for the first time. It came out to be alternating between 84 and 88. "It should not go below 92 or 93," people said. I checked it again and again until it showed 95-96. Performed some quick natural remedies, steam inhalation, and drank tons of insipid decoct. It was a hell of a time.
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