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Surviving Covid-19 with mindset
I survived Covid-19. I had it bad. I’m not sure it would have actually killed me, but I was convinced if I had to be admitted to the hospital my chances of dying shot up 10 fold.
So I kept myself out of the hospital by convincing myself I was going to survive and creating affirmations to tell myself in the mirror.
Multiple times, more than one doctor looked at hospitalizing me because of my low blood oxygen levels, the severity of my symptoms, and my lack of recovery.
I got Covid at a convention October 9-11(Friday, Saturday, Sunday). By Monday I was having a runny nose and congestion that was really bad. I thought I had a sinus infection and called a Tela-Health thing that is attached to my insurance and free. Tuesday the Dr. said I had bad allergies and gave me some prescription meds.
The Meds helped and I felt a little better. By the end of the week, I felt okay and just thought it was allergies. But Friday night (Oct 16) I felt horrible and went straight to sleep after working at the gun show.
I woke up Saturday morning for work feeling like shit. I went to work and felt horrible all day. I drank lots of water and caffeine to survive the day.
Saturday night I went straight to bed and slept for almost 14 hours. I had the shivers most of the night. Sunday I went back to work and felt even worse. But again, water and Caffeine let me get through the day.
I had no choice about work because I was out of town at a show and there was nowhere else to go or anyone else to do the job. So I worked sick.
Monday I went in early to the real job to get some work done. I did it, but by the afternoon I was not doing well. My boss let me take lunch and get a Covid test at CVS.
My CVS test was supposed to be a 15-minute test, but there was none available when I got there. The lady said it would take about a day. So I got the test from them. I should have gone somewhere else.
I went back to work and was there for another 15 minutes before the boss said go home, you look horrible. I went home, crawled into bed, and stayed there for the next five days.
I waited until Thursday to get my results. The results should have taken overnight. I won’t be going back to CVS… thank you.
The results didn’t matter. Because by the next night I had every symptom on the Covid list. My temperature even shot up to 103! But I flipped the script. I went mind over matter.
I knew the numbers on survival. Those numbers go way down when you go to the hospital. I convinced myself I wasn’t going to the hospital.
I started telling myself, I wasn’t going to the hospital and I was going to be fine. I started doing affirmations in the mirror.
My temperature went back to normal the next morning. I suffered through another day just telling myself I will get better… It was painful.
Thursday morning I got my results and a couple of hours later throughout my back. It was excruciating! It was off to the left side so I knew it was muscular, but severe muscle pain is a symptom that you should go to the hospital.
I convinced myself it was just something that happened unrelated to Covid. I set an alarm and every hour, on the hour, I would half crawl, half drag, myself out of bed. Get a bottle of water and go into the bathroom to look into the mirror.
To look myself in the eye, I had to hold myself up by the bathroom sink. But I did it.
Every hour I told myself it doesn’t matter how bad it gets. I can take the pain. I’m not going to the hospital.
By Friday morning that toon was a little different. I wanted the pain to stop and by then was taking Tylenol, Aspirin, and Advil to be able to stand.
But every hour, on the hour, I went to the bathroom, drank water, and caused myself out in the mirror. I said, “Look here mother fucker! You are not going to the hospital. You are not going to die. And you are not going to leave your family. It doesn’t matter how bad it gets. Suck it up pussy!”
This became my motivation for the next couple of days. Finally, the pain started going down and my movement ability went up. And I started to recover.
The following week I actually could get a little work done sitting in bed. I was still exhausted and could only work for 30 minutes to an hour at a time and then had to take a break. But I continued forward.
By the end of the week, I was up walking around. By then the VA said I was no longer contagious and I went out and did a site survey on a property for work. I didn’t have to talk to or be around anyone. I just had to walk around the property and make notes.
After that, I mowed the yard that weekend. Monday I did another site survey and Tuesday went back to work.
It was scary there for a while. And my wife was freaked out. I’m sure when she reads this she will wish she had made me go to the hospital. But the medics would have to have carried me against my will to go.
I pushed through with mindset alone. Your mindset and your vision for what will or will not happen is the greatest tool you have to get through anything. All you have to do is believe it and you can overcome 99% of the things you will face.
Take my example and the next time you have an impossible task, put your mind right, and get the task done.