Hello FCD. I've been a lurker here for more than a decade, and have always respected your point of view. This may be my first and only post here,
but I did want check in and say that you and yours are in my prayers.
For one, I am a fellow Coloradoan (in Weld), and experienced the same back in February. I never experienced swelling or pain in my legs, however, I
found myself unable to climb the stairs without running out of breath. Even pulling on my jeans was a labor. This occurred on a limited basis for a
few weeks, and became acute one Monday morning when I stood up from my desk and nearly passed out. Thinking I had COVID, I scheduled a drive by test
and scheduled an appointment with my doctor. When I saw my doctor a couple of days later, some blood tests were done, and I was sent for an EKG.
When I arrived at the hospital, I was advised that the testing was closed for the day, and that I should return the following day. About half an hour
after returning to my house, the doctor called and said my heart enzymes indicated I may be having a heart attack, and that I should return
immediately to the ER. Thank God she did. My wife drove me back to the hospital.
We went to the ER, and I was given an EKG, which was normal. The next step was a CT scan. The ER physician came back with the results, and his face
was grim. He told us I had a massive embolism in both lungs. At that point, it was after 10pm, and I was to be admitted and my wife was sent away
due to the restrictions. I watched as she walked away alone, as they took me upstairs. That was so difficult to see.
I was placed on heparin, and told that I would have a 'procedure' in the morning if things did not improve. I was able to see both my racing heart
rate and my low blood oxygen level reflected in a picture on the wall from my bed during the night. I did everything I could to bring my heart rate
down through managing my breathing. Sleep was very difficult that night. Well, nonexistent. Blood was taken regularly and I was only able to take
occasional sips of water.
We (my wife and I) spent the next hours the next day waiting to hear about whether a procedure would be necessary. Thankfully, the next afternoon,
the team came in and said my bloodwork looked much better. And I was allowed to have dinner! I had the crappiest hospital dinner, but could not
have been more grateful for it.
After two more days, my oxygen level was consistently above 90,and I was released without having oxygen sent to my home. Thank God. After several
weeks off work (I work from home for a major IT company), I returned to work and for the most part feel great. Subsequent testing showed I did not
have a genetic condition for clotting, but that I did have antibodies indicating that I had COVID.
I saw my doctor the Monday after I left the hospital, her first words were "Wow, am I happy to see you!". :-) I should also mention that I have some
heart and lung damage. Protip: If you cannot put your pants on without gasping for breath for a couple of minutes after...go to the damn hospital.
Listen to your body.
At this point, in some ways I know I am still compromised. For example, I had a good summer golfing with my friends, but I rode in carts as opposed
to walking as usual. Recovery will take months. We have a peloton (bought just a couple weeks before my incident. Now, I spend time most every day
on it. It really helps, both in terms of building cardio, and in building belief in your recovery.
Keep fighting the good fight. You will recover. There are probably dozens, if not hundreds of people like me out here who have your back and are
praying your your full recovery.
Kind regards,
Bruce
Edit to add: None of my covid tests at the time were positive. At the hospital or from the drive by swab.
edit on 20-10-2021 by DarthVegas
because: additional context