When Covid hit our home, it packed a wallop. I was in the hospital for 9 days hoping I could take a breath without an oxygen tank. I also got pneumonia. I think I will never take for granted the ability to walk to the bathroom and back to bed. It took months for me to regain the ability to care for myself.
Each morning I say “Sickness, be gone!” I pray more than I have in years. It felt good to turn off tv and pray instead. I am returning to the source of the air that we breathe. With faith I am proclaiming “Sickness be gone.”
Now my husband has Covid and he has a deep barking cough that continues, robbing him of more than a few hours of sleep at a time. He feels weak and has been to the emergency room twice. The second visit they sent him home with Paxlovid which he takes and hasn’t felt better yet, but we are hopeful.
Update: My husband is well now and we are grateful.
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