June 14, 2021, I received the coronavirus as a birthday present. The British variant.
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In connection with increased infection, new infection records and the fact that more and more young people are getting infected, I thought I would share my story.
June 14, 2021, I received the coronavirus as a birthday present. The British variant.
The new frisbee golf course at Skjetten had just been prepared, and I had plans to try it out with my better half, when the message about a positive test ticked in. We had both tested ourselves – just to be on the safe side – as we had done several times over the past year.
Frisbee golf had to be shelved, and straight in isolation for ten days. It’s fast, I thought. Most people recover quickly, so we will probably both be back to work quickly.
When did I stop by the store?
Within a few hours, I developed sky-high fever and pain throughout my body. At the same time, we should try to write down the close contacts we had been with in recent days.
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Was it Sunday I met my brother and his family? I had a glass of wine with my best friend on Friday? When did I stop by the store? The thoughts went through my head. This had to be ready for infection tracking to strike a chord.
Where we had been infected was impossible to find out, and over the next few days almost the entire family was infected.
We had a relatively normal course of the disease. After ten days, my roommate was completely healthy and back at work. In my case, however, the fever would not go away.
As I write this, the date is September 8th. 86 days have passed. 2064 hours. 123 840 minutes.
Fresh. On paper
I am completely unable to live a normal life due to after-effects. Doctors have taken blood samples in large numbers, and new covid tests have been taken to rule out continued infection. I am checked for other possible illnesses and followed up with frequent medical appointments. The results are absolutely fine and apparently I am completely healthy.
On paper.
But I’m not well.
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It can take two days without me being able to close my eyes, and my body is unable to sleep. I can not walk more than a few meters without getting an increased heart rate. If I’m going to go upstairs to the second floor, I’ll have to sit down when I’m halfway there. Not to mention taking it out of the dishwasher or going out with the trash. Then I lie straight out with a high pulse.
I thank you for having an understanding husband and good young people at home.
I have had a constant fever since day one. Not high fever, but always 37.7 to 38.8. It’s enough to make me as an adult feel knocked out.
I struggle to remember things I have said and done. It is difficult to find the right words to put together the sentences I want to convey. Concentration has failed completely.
In addition to this, I have a constant cough, and feel double heartbeats when I exert myself a little. The headache can only be controlled, as long as it does not get too bad. The paracetamol is only taken when it becomes unbearable.
I lose large amounts of hair, and the crying is loose when I pull amounts of hair off the brush every time I have been in the shower. If I can handle it.
What kind of life is this?
Because I cry for pretty much everything. The feelings are on the outside of the skin and are impossible to control. I’m glad I do not have “Tore on the track” as my favorite program.
I have always been active and tough. I have trained football girls, have my own company and job. We traveled on trips and constantly had friends and family on dinner visits. I was never the one who let myself get carried away emotionally, and always had clear and concrete plans.
Frisbee golf has become something I have started to burn for, and I try from time to time. I feel like it’s a balm for the soul. Going down the field and meeting nice people. At the same time, it is fantastic to be surrounded by beautiful nature and lovely tranquility. But I must be careful to walk very slowly, as exertion can cause permanent damage to the heart and lungs.
What kind of life is this? Is that how I’ll feel in the future? Forever?
The white tents at Skedsmohallen
I have not become so ill that I have been admitted, or been a burden to the health service.
I’ve been diagnosed «long covid».
I’m an adult, but I feel completely useless.
I am thinking of all the young people who are infected at schools, in kindergartens and on the sports field. We know nothing about the long-term effects of children and adolescents. It probably lies in the word «long-term effects». It takes a long time before you know something about how everyday life goes on for everyone who has been infected. Is the rapid reopening of society, and how one has allowed the virus to gain the upper hand in this way, really correct?
How do children and young people feel about an everyday life with insecurity and frequent testing at school? How carefully are the students themselves involved in the use of rapid tests, and can we trust the result?
Should children and adolescents struggle with after-effects and feel useless?
What do parents think about testing in kindergartens? A place where the little ones should feel safe?
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I know a little boy of one and a half years who cries when they drive past the white tents at Skedsmohallen after being tested there. The boy is terrified that he will return. Should kindergarten employees, the children’s security personnel, really be the ones testing the children in the kindergarten?
86 days can quickly become 100
I cry when I hear about people sniffing the virus, and think this is nonsense or conspiracy theory. I cry when I hear that people are skeptical of the vaccine. I cry when I hear about the increased infection situation. I’m crying as I write this.
I indulge no one to go through what I have done in this time lately 86 days. I am terrified of the duration of the aftermath of myself, my children and everyone else who has been infected. I’m terrified of not knowing.
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There is a green level in schools and kindergartens, and the responsibility has been shifted to the various municipalities. This makes it seem to me that the infection among children and young people is taken too lightly. Precisely because they most likely do not become life-threateningly ill and have to take a place in a hospital.
What if it is the case that after-effects will linger for several years and that we thus end up with a generation of disabled people due to long-term effects after Covid19?
86 days can quickly become 100, 100 days can become years. I ask again if this is justifiable.
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