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My Covid Breakthrough Experience & Recovery

Updated: Dec 24, 2021

It felt like it was a just a matter of time.

How long could I run the Covid gauntlet before I got hammered?

Answer is… 20 months.

So many calculated choices, so many concerns, so many canceled events, so much prevention and sanitizing, and so many tough decisions in order to dodge it.

Then there was this gradual ease up.

The Covid fatigue.

The downshift into a more relaxed attitude because the fear/worry state of mind was not sustainable.

Both Moderna vaccines had been injected in my body, yet I had failed to realize that it was one month past my booster. My progressively lax attitude contributed to thinking it wasn't that big of deal to get it immediately.

So, I let down my guard because after 20 months– I had to give at some point.

The reality of what the Covid sickness would actually be like had not really entered my reality. Partly due to coaching myself with positive visualizations and a fiercely optimistic mindset, but another part was– denial. A close friend got it early on and her journey was eye-opening and terrifying, but then I had other friends who described it as just a bad cold. It seemed like a roll of the dice of what my experience might be like.

So I put on my emotional (and literal) mask and took the best precautions I could and figured that if my time might came– I’d deal with it then.

Well, it came.

I am currently 5 days post negative test after my 10-day isolation. I am finally able to look at a computer screen but only in spurts and I can finally form a thought deeper than, “should I watch Survivor or Schitt's Creek?”

I thought it might be helpful to share the specifics of my experience. As we know each and every Covid illness can be vastly different. I felt a bit in the dark to a lot of the details, rules and expectations so my Covid isolation became a motive to share what I felt and what I learned. Perhaps you can save this blog for when you might need or perhaps it’s an interesting reflection on your own experience and whether you can relate to mine or not. As the months go on I would imagine rules and experiences will evolve.

So this is how it started…

I had agreed to go to my first unmasked group event– a women’s yoga retreat in the

woods. Everyone had agreed to be tested prior to the weekend and although feeling a little nervous being with a dozen or so people for a weekend I finally eased up and dropped into the flow of the powerfully divine event. There was a deep longing within me for connection with other women and I got it in spades. It was truly a transformational weekend for me– in more ways than one.

I got home from the retreat Monday afternoon and by Tuesday I had a headache immediately upon awakening. My nose dripped a few times and my stomach was upset.

By Wednesday those same symptoms were worse and my body waved the red alert flag. I canceled my clients for the day and took a home test.

It was positive.

St. Charles hospital drive through administered an official PCR test which can take 24-48 hrs for lab results and follows official tracing and reporting (where as the antigen test takes 15 minutes). By this point I was nearly positive I had it but was still crossing my fingers that my home test was a false positive and it was just a cold. Nope.

This was when I started isolation in our master bedroom with a fever of 100. Then commenced the massive headache/congestion stage. I call it the Jurassic Cold. Yes, it was like a cold but I was experiencing an all-encompassing headache pressuring every cell in my head along with massive sinus pressure.

The St. Charles follow up nurse informed me of my options one being a 10-day isolation, which seemed entirely out of the question. I was still in denial on days 4, 5, and 6 as I kept taking a home antibody test each morning figuring it would be negative and I could come out of the room. I just couldn’t wrap my head around that many days in my bedroom. Maybe just the first few days was understandable. But 10? That was incomprehensible. What am I supposed to do in there? What about the kids? I am the heartbeat of this family and they will need me!

If I was in isolation, it would really help our chances of the rest of the family not getting it and prevent the “continued exposure” protocol that would then require my kids to wait until I tested negative and then would have to quarantine 10 more days since they weren't vaccinated. A few friends reached out with some advice about the rules which really helped since I couldn’t seem to form a thought or figure out anything.

Luckily, I have a very competent husband who likes challenges so he was ready to take it all on. He not only was going to tend to me, take care of the kids but also deal with overseeing the building of the entire neighborhood (that we happen to live in). It was going to be a massive undertaking, but he put on his Superman shirt and an incredibly positive attitude and started multitasking like a champ.

And to my surprise the family didn’t miss a beat and the world didn’t come crashing down because I wasn’t in the mix to keep up my all-important Mom CEO role.

My suggestion is that even if you have a partner or a strong support system (or not) then it would be a good idea to already have the action plan of what to do if you or a loved one gets it. What the protocols are for your state and what your plan is in case of different scenarios. I felt like I ignored this step because then it would be admitting that I could get it and I didn’t want that belief to be in my mind. (even though it seems like common sense)

The things I had on hand that were helpful were:

  • Vitamin C gummies

  • Elderberry cough drops

  • Tylenol Cold and Flu Day and Night

  • Thermometer

  • Cold water bottle

  • Nasal spray

  • Immunity vitamin packs 2xs a day

  • Kleenex with aloe

  • Notepad & pen for info from Covid results people or the kids school telling me the protocol that I couldn’t possibly retain without writing it down

  • Foam roller & yoga blocks

  • Separate chair to sit in besides a bed

  • Epsom salt for baths

  • Asking for help- soup, kid school work pick up, activities for kids to do etc.

  • Sherbet

  • Green smoothies

Little video updates became my only purpose each day. Being honest and transparent about my journey seemed like a valuable (and entertaining) focus for my long bedroom-bound days. I hadn’t seen many people post in this way about their Covid experience, or maybe I wasn't looking for it before. My posts could be helpful for those people out there, who hadn’t had it but were curious what it was really like day to day. I re-watched my first video and it took me a few hours to commit to posting it since I looked like Hell and I had never posted myself on social media looking so wretched. But then I realized that’s where the power is. I could do a recap post Covid looking bright and cheery but that wouldn’t be as impactful as in the moment honesty.

The first few days were a blur and all I was capable of was watching TV. I had no desire to nap, which would have helped pass the time. I had a mild fever for 24 hrs and then body aches. Unfortunately, after 2 days in a leaning upright position in bed really jacked up my back, which was a source of constant discomfort. This is where the yoga blocks helped to release my lower back by laying on them under my hips to counter my bed sitting position. The foam roller was a life saver and gave me something to do.

The brain fog was legit and I couldn’t seem to figure anything out, nor had any motivation to do things that required any thinking. No puzzles, no coloring, no books, no computer activities, no magazines and not even audio books. It was as if my brain was incapable of processing anything but mindlessly staring at the TV or out the window or just pacing from the closet to the window. I had originally thought that in a 10 day uninterrupted isolation I could probably write the outline of a new book, or revamp my website, or create a New Year New You on-line course or…..

Yeah. No.

By day 2 my taste and smell disappeared. There were no treats or special meals that sounded appetizing because what was the point? I could taste temperature and texture and sometimes salt. Might as well just give me spinach and broccoli for every meal since there is no reason to eat anything tasty that isn’t of full on medicinal value. One morning Sam brought me a gooey cinnamon roll and after one bite I quickly realized it made no sense to put that in my body if there was no enjoyment in the taste of it. So, I drank super thick veggied-out green smoothies every day along with the soups people had dropped off. Sherbet was the only thing that felt like a treat.

I took a candlelit Epsom salt bath every night and just floated lifelessly in a deep trance.

There was a big beautiful snow storm one day and that was all-day entertainment and hours of endless zone-out winter splendor to stare at. My family played in the snow in the backyard and I could watch them from the upstairs window. My kids were able to talk to me from outside and shout up to me or put little notes under the door. It was very isolating and lonely, but also a very unique and powerful reset button for busy little me.

At the retreat the previous weekend I had gotten clear that I needed to slow down because I was starting to vibrate at a frequency that was outside my prime functioning zone. It was hard to slow it down especially with Christmas just around the corner. Covid felt like life doing for me what I couldn’t do for myself.

Slow down.

This spiritual axiom of being given what I truly needed instead of what I wanted has impacted my life a few other times in significant ways– like when I snapped my Achilles tendon or when I got sober. This will definitely be added to that category of the universe giving me what I needed, even if it didn’t feel like a gift at the time. Once I surrendered to this concept, I was able to let go of all the things I wasn’t doing or accomplishing in isolation. Instead I just became present to the snowflakes swirling out the window, the squirrel nimbly running along the fence, the warm tingle of my bath or the cool smooth texture of my sherbet.