So twice now on the EXACT same morning my mom and I have woken up with very high fevers, our skin and bones aching, and being barely able to breathe. The symptoms completely disappear by the afternoon and it doesn't happen again for weeks. Mom's had this happen more than twice since she had Covid, but I only started having this happen in the past month or so even though I had Covid in December, and when I did, I was asymptomatic.
On another, lighter note, my fever dreams make me feel like I'm mf... Joan of Arc or something because I keep having one where the Greek/Roman Gods Jupiter and Apollo are yelling at me in this big like Roman temple because I'm not doing something that I should be??
My stepdad doesn't really believe in whatever is going on and I got back up the stairs from doing the laundry and felt like my heart was about to explode so I was like "LOOK. FUCKING LOOK." and put on a pulseox and my o sat was like 80 and my heart rate was 165 and I was like "FUCK YOU 'IT AINT THAT BAD'"
So it's a day later and my mom is completely fine and I'm helping her do yard work and then like a half hour later she cant breathe and her osat is 70 so she starts a breathing treatment (stepdad is an respiratory therapist so we just have these things laying around) and during it her osat drops to 60 so I'm like "no we are getting in the car right now I am driving you to the ER" and obviously I can't go in with her but my stepdad is working tonight so he runs out to the parking lot and I hand him mom's blanket that she'd been wrapped up in for the whole ride there (even though it's like 80 and my car doesn't have ac) so that's how my day is going
