Sometime life throws you a curve. You can stand there and look at it, cry and strike out, or you can swing and hope you knock it out the park.
Life threw me a curve ball called Covid 19. Yes…I tested positive and was quarantined alone with a high fever, sever body pain and difficult breathing. For the first two days…I felt so miserable I simply laid there and waited for death. Yes….I felt that bad. On the third day, literally three days after my symptoms began, I gave up on death taking me and pulled myself up out of the bed and slowly forced myself to walk around my bedroom. I opened the curtains and even turned on the TV. I decided to swing at the curve ball. Instead of looking at the boxes and bottles of meds on the bedside table, I decided to take them. I sat, for as long as I could, up in a chair and faced the window to get a little sun. I texted a close friend, only to find out that her husband was going threw the same thing, symptoms and all. We chatted for a bit and that very day I felt better. The next two days were horrible, as far as pain and breathing, but I continued to take a few steps around my bedroom, take the meds and sit in the sun.
Finally on day 10, I began to feel an ease in the pain and was taking a few deep breaths without struggling. Slowly I began to improve…I hit the curve ball on strike two.
This past Wednesday I was back at work, on Thursday I went to work out and by Friday I was back cheering for my son.
The Covid virus is a horrible THING. So many families have lost love ones to this ugly virus. I was blessed to recover from it and so was my friend’s husband. I beg everyone who reads this to do your part to stop the speed of this deadly virus. Wear a face mask, wash your hands often and please practice social distancing.
To use another baseball analogy…lets knock this virus OUTTA HERE!
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until next time…