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Covid has been horrible for me. Do I regret being unjabbed? Not for a second!


REGULAR readers of TCW Defending Freedom have been close observers of all that has been going on these last near two years. Fortunately many of us have dodged the dreaded lurgy in all that time. For myself that is no longer the case. For the last 12 days I have been a confirmed ‘Covid case’.

My son, in his early twenties, brought Covid back home after a rare night out with his pals. We assume he picked it up during a 20-minute cab journey, as all the rest of the group were fine.

That was in the early hours of Sunday. By Tuesday morning, he was ill and was sent home from work. My husband and I became ill a week later.

We are all unjabbed. For the whole two years none of us has taken a single test. Become ill with Covid and the system screams ‘GOTCHA’ at you. Your workplace will require you to take a PCR test. Once you test positive, you’re instantly on the radar of Test and Trace who interrogate you.

My reason for writing this article is that we have all seen an abundance of statements along the lines of ‘most people will get Covid mildly’ or ‘I’ve had Covid, three days in bed with paracetamol – job done,’ or the style of article the media loves to bombard us with: ‘This person got Covid, now he/she is dead!’

Having lived and breathed Covid these last 12 days my experience is none of these. My husband and I are heading to our late fifties. We have felt strong, fit and active for our age group, a little cuddly middle-aged spread perhaps but nothing too extreme. I’m on no meds. My husband is a Type 2 diabetic.

Every now and again my GP informs me I have high cholesterol. I don’t act on it in any way because high cholesterol has always seemed a familiar middle-age backdrop on my mother’s side of the family.

We have a wide-ranging diet and for decades have exceeded the five-a-day guidelines for fruit and veg. Thanks to advice from TCW commenters, for well over a year and a half we have taken professional sports industry quality vitamin D3, zinc, quercetin with green tea extract and every now and again a general immune support multi vitamin.

We have found Covid really challenging – a vile, relentless, misery-making flu. I’m sure if we were twenty years older it would have written us off.

The worst thing has been the many days of absolute ‘wiped out’ physical weakness and exhaustion. You have no staying power or patience. I’ll walk from one room to another and desperately want to sit or lie down again. I spent about three days solid in bed, leaving only to visit the loo.

The fevers have been awful and have presented themselves in different ways. One night I woke to find my nightdress soaked through as if I’d just taken it out of the washing machine. The following night I felt I was in a burning furnace, my mouth so dry that no amount of water would soothe or moisten it. In the morning my lips were swollen and felt as if they’d been injected with dental numbing injections.

Another awful feature has been a complete loss of appetite. I couldn’t face even looking at food. I have had an overpowering metallic taste in my mouth and my tongue actively sizzles and tingles. It makes all my favourite drinks taste vile, apart from fresh orange juice which is as delicious and refreshing as always.

My sense of smell has gone. I stuck my nose in the Vick’s Vapour pot and rubbed Vick over my chest. I couldn’t smell it. I’ve had one bath in the last 12 days. I must stink! No problem, I can’t smell it.

I’ve always slept beautifully. Covid keeps you awake, many hours each night.

My husband and son had identical coughing patterns. You could hear vast volumes of mucus sloshing around, yet no matter how violently they coughed, thousands of times over, they couldn’t expel it. Although my coughing was drier and was less frequent, it still made me feel queasy and nauseous. The most unexpected muscles ache from the strain of coughing.

There you have it – Covid up close and personal. No ‘walk in the park’ for us.

Do I regret not having the jab? No. Not for a single second. Even if the thing had killed me I would not have regretted my choice.

Did I at any point get nervous or worried? No. Not for a single second. We all know the stats and the 0.09 per cent fatality rate.

I’m strong due to my faith in God. I have faith in my immune system and faith in listening to my body and acting accordingly.

The entire time my mind has been lively and mentally I’ve been as bright as a button.

Final update: my son, after a little over a week of the described symptoms, has bounced back and has skipped through his first week back at work.

After a week off, my husband has managed three quarters of each day working at his home office desk but still has the cough, less frequent and still low in energy.

I have my appetite back, no smell though. My energy and stamina have improved considerably. My respiratory track feels heavy, sore and burdensome. I get a crushing of the airways and shortness of breath, I have to cough to clear it. It’s very debilitating.

I wish you continued good health, fellow TCW readers, and continued avoidance of this flu most foul.

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Julia is a wife, mother and grandmother living in East Anglia.

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