Do you think covid 19 was never as bad as it got made out to be where we needed lockdowns and restrictions?
07.06.2025 10:23
So, was Covid-19 as bad as it was made out to be? YES IT WAS. That’s why so many people ended up like me, and the death rate was so fucking bad we had dead people stacked like cordwood in refrigerator trucks.
Well, let’s see, I got Covid-19 around March 20, 2020. The only pre-existing issues I had were IBS and a shoulder that had scar tissue in it from a rotator cuff surgery in 2004 which sometimes caused pain. I’m 6 feet tall, and at the time weighed about 185lbs, this information will be important later.
Since then, I’ve ballooned in weight where I’m now 250 lbs and no matter what, even only eating 2,000 calories a day, can’t lose the weight. I’ve gone from being on ONE medication (Nexium for the IBS) to having to take 12 different pills, some twice a day, plus fiber pills and multivitamins twice a day, plus an inhaler for the COPD twice a day. I’ve been unable to work for almost 5 years. Still have trouble with focus, concentration, balance, had to have 7 teeth removed and replaced by crowns or a bridge, still suffer with long term and short term memory, have trouble learning new things, suffer from neuropathy in my arms, hands, fingers, legs, ankles and feet and toes, can’t lift more than 10lbs, can’t walk from one end of my house to the other (my house is just under 1600 sq ft), fall at least once or twice a month, my cholesterol and triglycerides are raised even though I eat right, stay away from fatty foods, get nose bleeds often, have so much mucus that I gag, the acid reflux eroded the bottom of my esophagus bad enough that my body repaired it with some other kind of muscle or something that elevates my risk for esophageal cancer and stomach cancer. Still have the sleep issues where I’m awake for 16 hrs - 4 days, then sleep for 2hrs to 18 hrs, and more.
After I found out he died, I was obviously depressed, which made my Covid worse. I couldn’t eat or drink anything at all for almost 4 days. On the 4th day I was finally able to hold down some chicken broth. It took me over a month before I could hold down actual solid food that wasn’t noodles in chicken soup (I know hate Lipton cup of soup) or mashed potatoes. I was finally able to eat a half a sandwich.
On May 15th my internal sick time was going to expire and I’d need to be on FMLA, but my doctor wouldn’t sign the paperwork, which I found out the Friday before the deadline. The nurse had called me to tell me, but I started coughing really bad, and threw up twice on the call, and she told me to get my butt to the hospital where they had set up a makeshift Covid clinic, that my doctor would be there. So, off I went. My doctor came over to the curtained off area I was in, took one look at me and told me she would sign my FMLA papers. She hadn’t even started an examination when she said that. After that, she started examining me, had me get on a scale, and I weighed 129 lbs. I’d lost nearly 60 lbs in 1.5 months. My coordination was so bad, I had trouble walking a straight line normally, and fell twice. I had been having “pins and needles” and numbness in my hands, arms starting from the elbows, calves and feet. I couldn’t stand for more than 30 seconds before my feet would cramp and get pins and needles or were in pain. My legs, including my thighs, were swollen, as were my hands, so badly I couldn’t wear my ring. I couldn’t lift either arm to perpendicular to my shoulders, had a horrible, chronic cough, severe acid reflux, bloody stools, hemorrhoids, blurry vision, trouble remembering words, trouble with my memory both short and long term, my ability to focus and concentrate were horrible, extreme fatigue but I wasn’t able to sleep normally. Instead I’d be awake for 16 hrs to 4 days, then sleep anywhere from 2 hrs to 18 hrs with no rhyme or reason to it. Additionally, I had shattered 3 molars and 2 of the teeth between the front and the molars from eating simple foods (like grilled chicken, roasted potatoes), and I was bedridden because of the fatigue.
She sent me to a neurologist, and a gastroenterologist, and had bloodwork done. I had an MRI done on my head, chest and stomach. It was found that I had lost 1% of my brain mass and tiny lesions in my brain. I had developed a hiatal hernia and 3 cm wide ulcer in my stomach. The bloodwork showed critically low levels of Vitamins D3, B12, B6, Vitamin C, and Vitamin E, and minerals phosphorus, was anemic and a couple of others.
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When I first got sick, I continued working from home, but was exhausted constantly and had the shits a lot. After about a week of fighting it, I called my boss and let him know I was sick, and it seemed like Covid because I was scheduled the following week to be on-site since I’m in IT I was considered an “essential worker”. He was not happy, but company policy was that anyone who might have Covid stayed home for 2 weeks, with pay. But, my boss demanded (which I later found out was against company policy, same with not knowing about the 2 weeks with pay, but that’s another story.)
TL:DRish:
I was bedridden from Late March 2020-September 19, 2020 (first time I was able to sit at my desk for more than 8 hours before I had to go back and lay down, and was able to clean litter boxes). I had no appetite and couldn’t smell anything at all from late March 2020 - mid July 2020. I was unable to read much because of the blurred vision, lack of focus and concentration and couldn’t remember what the hell I read. I was eventually sent to a cardiologist and failed a stress test on my heart during which I passed out. I was also eventually sent to a pulmonologist who ordered a CT on my chest, found lesions in my lungs that I never had before and diagnosed me with COPD. I was sent to a psychiatrist, who prescribed medications. Sent to a urologist who determined I had an enlarged prostate (something I didn’t have prior since I was already having checks due to family history, same with colonoscopies that started at the age of 45 because of my age). Eventually I had to have surgery and a urolift installed in my prostate so I could pee without screaming in pain feeling like I was passing kidney stones (which I don’t have, thankfully). Sent to an endocrinologist or whatever it’s called who checked my liver and found I was making too much bile, and had been since I had my gall bladder removed in 2012 and that I suddenly developed fatty liver disease, which wasn’t there during the last check in 2018.
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So, around March 31, I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until my phone rang 18 hours later to find out my grandfather passed away at 103 yrs old. It was now April 1, 2020. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. He was my Mom’s father, and he, along with my grandmother (who had Alzheimer’s or dementia at that point) basically helped raise my siblings and I. We saw them pretty much every single weekend, and my siblings and I would spend weeks with them over summer vacation when we were little (like under 14). My grandfather was an amazing man, a decorated Navy Petty Officer during WW2, and so much more. And because I was sick, and the restrictions on people traveling, getting together, etc, at his funeral were my uncle and his wife, a rabbi, the guy who would lower him into his grave, my brother and his wife. Like me, my sister was living out of state, so wasn’t allowed to travel either. My grandfather was buried April 3, 2020.
Between the time I saw her (my doctor) and got the tests done, I had fallen after going to the bathroom and had broken my left ulna in my arm and 3 fingers of my left hand. I’d fallen out of bed, not really a big distance. So, had a cast on my arm and hand. I had to get shots to try to restore my deficient vitamins and minerals, weekly for 3 months, then every other week for another month, then once a month for 3 months, plus weekly blood tests, and double doses of multivitamins. The neurologist sent me for neuropsychology testing which found I was below average in everything that was tested. Bear in mind, prior to being sick I was a computer whiz, did programming, learnt database administration in 3 days, wrote scripts at work that reduced daily, weekly and monthly maintenance by 85%, NEVER forgot things I learned, phone numbers, birth dates, etc, etc could recall the gist of over 1,000 of my books, and the plots of over 400 of them and specifics on over 100. When I was growing up I skipped 2 grade levels in multiple classes, and graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Computer Science with minor in MIS, and Bachelor of Arts in History with a minor in Political Science and concentration in Ancient, Medieval and American history and Constitutional Law, and graduated in 3 years. I was by no means “slow”, nor mentally handicapped, quite the opposite and had been tested when I was 14 as having an IQ of 168. I was a genius.
TL:DR at the bottom if you’re too lazy to read.
So, let’s move this along: