I felt like Superwoman, strong and invincible! Running my own catering company with my husband, working over 60 hours a week, but never skipping my daily 6:15 am run, and in my free moments playing with my five-year-old daughter. I had just turned 40, but I have never been in better shape. Unbreakable… until July 16th, 2021.
The day before, everything was as usual: starting my day at 6.15 am with a 10km run. After breakfast, I brought my daughter to summer school, and it was just another typical busy high-season day on sunny Minorca. After work, we enjoyed a Spanish family dinner at 10 pm, as my mother-in-law was going to fly back to the mainland the morning after.
At 4 am, I woke up with a funny feeling in my tummy. Not sure if I am just hungry or feeling sick, I went to the kitchen to eat a banana. Ten minutes later, I start vomiting and have diarrhea. After that, my health was declining rapidly. At 7 am, I can just crawl the two meters between the bathroom and my bed. My mother-in-law has canceled her flight and started calling for an ambulance. I felt like flying and could barely move. Because no medical is coming and neither does the ambulance, my mother-in-law makes me an ORS. Finally, at 11 am, I stopped vomiting and was able to drink some water.
At 11:30 am, I had the honor of a cranky doctor and a clumsy nurse next to my bed. My blood pressure was on the floor and my fever was through the roof. Diagnosis without any test: COVID-19 (what else?). The order is to isolate me, and a COVID-19 ambulance will pick me up as soon as possible. After tens of calls, my mother-in-law throws in her final weapon, telling them that she will call the police if they do not send an ambulance immediately because I am on edge. Just 15 minutes later, I lost consciousness for a moment while they try to get me to the ambulance in a wheelchair.
