I have always thought I was going to die from the coronavirus.
But then I realized I might have to.
I’ve had a rough few weeks.
A friend told me about her husband’s death.
She wanted to know how to keep his ashes safe.
“I asked her, ‘Why do you need to have his ashes?’
She said, ‘Because I need them to keep my husband safe,'” said Janna.
My friend’s husband was just 23 years old, and was living with her in Edmonton, Alberta, in March, when the coronas virus struck.
She was devastated.
“My husband was living in a house that we could never afford,” said Jann, “so it was a huge deal.”
I was so worried about the possibility of getting a fever.
I asked her what she would do if I became ill, and she told me to call my doctor, who would treat me.
I called my doctor.
“I called, and the first time I talked to him, I said, I have to go,” said her friend.
“He said, okay, you can call your doctor, but it’s going to take a while.”
It took a while.
I’m not sure if the person who answered the phone was her husband or a neighbour.
They told me I needed to call a health-care worker, and I had to do that.
They were kind, but I was worried.
I called a health worker and told her I had a fever and needed to get some fluids.
She called back and said I had an infection.
She then told me the symptoms: I had severe headache, severe fatigue, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and abdominal pain.
I needed a hospital stay.
After I left the hospital, I was taken to a local emergency room.
They asked me if I was a nurse.
No, I told them, because I didn’t have any experience as a nurse or a physician.
I said I’m going to call 911, and if it wasn’t already clear, I wanted to do the right thing and get a nurse there immediately.
“I had to call him,” said the woman who helped my friend.
When I got to the emergency room, they found a very young woman with a respiratory infection.
I don’t think she had been vaccinated against the virus before she got there.
Jann’s friend was the one who called 911.
“I didn’t know it was me, but my friend told the nurse to get me an ambulance.
I went in, and we were in the emergency unit for an hour.
She had to help me get out of there,” said my friend, who has since been released.
There was a lot of medical attention.
My friend had an ear infection, which required a tube to drain the infection out of her ear.
The nurses had to remove her clothes, as well as give her a mouth guard.
My friend told them to get her some food and water, because she had severe stomach pain.
But I also needed to take some medications.
One day, while I was in the ER, I saw a nurse give me some water.
I was surprised that the nurse hadn’t given me some aspirin.
She told me, ‘This is why we do it, it’s because of your illness.’
I took a sip and was OK.
That nurse told me that she knew how to take care of my symptoms, and that she was a pediatrician.
I told her, “That’s fine.
I have other symptoms.”
But then I had the flu, and then I got sicker.
Then I had my first case of pneumonia, which I got from the cough medicine.
So, I had another hospital stay and another case of influenza, and now I had pneumonia and influenza.
This is what I’ve been up to since then: “It has been really tough,” said another friend.
Jann was discharged and was on a flight home.
She’s been back in the United States since the pandemic.
She said the worst part has been getting home.
“It’s really scary to have people calling you and telling you to get your stuff,” she said.
“That was so difficult.
I think I will just stay home for now.”
Janna and Jann are still worried about getting their belongings back.
They want to stay in Edmonton for a few weeks, and see how things work out.
We were so relieved to be released, but we’re not too sure.
I think the biggest thing we’ve lost is our faith in God.
We’re not sure how the virus is going to affect us, but our faith is still very strong.
We don’t want to leave our loved ones.
We just want to have the right time to think about how we’re going to survive this crisis.