By Monday I started suspecting that I was very sick, and I got on Ivermectin early on. Tuesday my wife and I took a Covid test, and it was positive. I didn’t need a test. I knew.
Tuesday was the day I wanted to die. It was the worst day of the bout. My kidneys ached and hurt and I just suffered back pain along my kidneys like I had never experienced. Apparently, there is a lot of stuff produced from this disease that your body is having to expel. This disease leaves behind an enormous amount of biological trash for your body to take out.
Wednesday I was a bit better, and Thursday just a bit better. Coming back from this is a slow process. By day ten or so, while I was dealing with a lot of head congestion and still coughing a bit, I had essentially beaten the bug. Or so I thought.
