I cannot prove my illness were covid. As I said, all my tests were negative. But here is what happened. Keep in mind that I am an over weight asthmatic with high blood pressure and heart PVCs. I began a bit of inflammation in my bronchial tubes the last week of january, 2020. On Feb 4 or 5th I saw my family doc because I thought it was asthma and my inhalers weren't effective. My cough was very tight, dry and sounded like a squeak. I was also a bit tired at the time and a little short of breath. I was given a sulfa script and sent home. Three days later I called her again because my cough was worsening and I had a head ache. She took my immediately, listened to my chest. My temp was still normal, but my lungs were dry and tight. A second script was given on top of my first. Thats two antibiotics I'm taking at this point, but just as I was getting ready to leave, my nurse called me back in. She said the doc had changed her mind. So, I received a shot of some really potent sulfa, and a script for prednisone. The prednisone was three times the strength I normally get for asthma attacks. I started on 60mg/day and tapered. Moving ahead, about 10 days goes by and I'm getting better, another week and I'm feeling stronger and cough is nearly gone. So, we're about 4 weeks into this endeavor now, and suddenly one morning I could not taste my green tea and peanut butter toast!!! I'm pissed!! No taste or smell at all. I didn't go back to the doc, just decided to wait it out. Slowly it returned and I was my old self again. This first time was a 5+ week ordeal. It was around this time we started hearing about covid. I found it quite interesting that the first treatments doctors were trying turned out to be antibiotics and corticosteroids. Hhmmmmmmmmmm, wonder why I got called back into the exam room .....
Fast forward to (I think) September, and one night I went to bed as usual. Felt good, got to sleep, as is good. Got up to piss at about 3AM and felt fine. Went back to bed and began shivering, freezing. Well, needless to say, my temp was up to about 103°. This is the strange part. I have not had a fever since I was 12. Never. Once I had my tonsils out I had not had an elevated temp since. Now, here I am at 103°, packed in quilts, and feeling I'd been hit with a dump truck. The fever actually broke by about noon the next day but I was extremely weak and tired. Made some green tea, yup, no taste again. Took me a week to shake all that off and get back to normal. Since then, I have lost my taste and smell about 4 times to date. Now I am reading about groups of people they are calling Long Haulers. Basically, the members of this group continue to experience symptoms but always test negative. And, the issue I had at first is that there were no tests. I tried for months afterwards to get an antibody test so I would know for sure if I had it, but there nearest test I could find was in detroit and they wanted $800.00 for it. By the time a test became available up here, I was told not to bother because their detection only spans about 2 to 3 months. So, at this point, I have no way of proving infection. But after reading oodles, and speaking to people who were infected, I think I'm guilty by association.
I was a mystery to me WHY some people were dying and some barely had a sniffle. So I began speaking to as many survivors as I could. The data about blood is what I found. The one thing that COULD possibly mess up my conclusion is that MANY people I spoke with did not know their blood type.