Question

write your experiences about covid-19 . Experiences must be written in serial number wise as 1,2,3....10
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Answer 1

Mid March 2020. Cough, fever. And no ordinary fever. Over 40 degrees for 9 days.  A call to NHS 111 on day 4. A doctor will call you back within an hour. (The call never came.)

Struggling to breathe, random vomiting, tasting chemicals in water, smelling nothing, loss of appetite, numbness and pain in my legs—pain everywhere, actually. By day 4 I could barely stand, let alone walk. By the morning of day 7, gasping for breath now and completely hollowed out (so I thought) by the fever, I called an ambulance.

You can’t have an ambulance, the voice said, because you can still breathe. I could breathe, yes. But my breath was valuable, rationed, not enough spare to explain that, if I couldn’t breathe, an ambulance would not be my required vehicle. You can’t have an ambulance. Take paracetamol. Call ended. Hope drifted away.

A doctor from the London Ambulance Service called me back an hour later. He asked a few questions and did something that doctors don’t always do: he listened. I could barely talk, just squeezing out a syllable on every third or fourth pant. Which made my point.

The doctor told me there were still no ambulances—the crisis had devoured them—but that I should get myself to A&E urgently. I called my ex-wife (we’re still great friends, so you needn’t feel awkward) and she had me there fast.

The nurse didn’t waste time. Front of the queue, room in Major Injuries, central line, ECG, bloods, x-ray, painkillers, and most important, the feeling that I was in the right place, and getting help. I relaxed. I almost breathed easily, so to speak. Finally. It didn’t last.