I’m sitting here still worrying about my daughter, her husband and my two granddaughters ages 4 and 8. They all got Covid and are going on day six. I am thankful they are doing okay. I am praying all day and am not sleeping well thinking and worrying about them. I have faith and believe they will be healed. It is just a huge weight on my heart the worry but I am so thankful my daughter did get the two Pfizer vaccines but did not want to get the booster which I wished she had. She has juvenile type 1 diabetes so this is why I worry. I give her my advice when I was sick from Covid last March 2020. To drink lots of fluids Gatorade, 7 up, Powerade, Campbells chicken broth and lays potato chips and Mucinex DM are all that got me through it. It was the most difficult and struggling experience and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone especially my own child and her own family. My pain is their pain their struggle is my struggle as a Mom and their Grandmother. So I have a heavy heart and I keep telling myself not to stress. I already had one flare from my lupus and it freaked me out. All this is not good for anyone of us. For now I am praying for them to heal and to seriously be careful myself. I have let my guard down and like everyone else wanted Covid to be behind us but it’s not. I do believe that Omicron is very contagious and I am aware of the situation out there. I will be more careful and more I don’t want to get sick. I don’t think I would survive another Covid sickness my lungs are not that strong. My coughing took over 6 months to go away. The only medication that finally helped me was after seeing a throat specialist and he prescribed me the Alvesco cicleconide 160 mcg inhaler that finally helped me stop my nonstop dry coughing.
For now I’ve gotten both of the Pfizer vaccines, the booster and my flu and pneumonia vaccines so I’m feeling good about knowing my chances are a little better than last March 2020 when no one at my hospital or doctors knew much about Covid. But I knew something was way different than having bronchitis or pneumonia there was this elephant on my chest and I couldn’t breathe and something was trying really hard to attack my lungs. By only a real miracle from God I survived. I do not want to go through that ever again. I will be more aware and more cautious again. I just really need to see and know that my daughter and her family are healed.
