![]() ![]() It may sound sappy, but I’m lying here counting my blessings feeling so much joy. I painfully saw that firsthand while in the ICU. It’s a tiny hiccup in this big, beautiful life that we are blessed to have. While the timing isn’t best, this sickness and this pandemic does not take away the blessings that fill my life. #DRPU BULK SMS PROFESSIONAL 9.0.2.3 CRACK FULL#I realize that while my body aches, my heart is full and strong. #DRPU BULK SMS PROFESSIONAL 9.0.2.3 CRACK PLUS#Sucky plus what rhymes with it and starts with an F.įortunately I have the best support group of friends and family, so I got the venting and frustration quickly out of my system. To be sick is one thing, but timing wise this completely sucks. How can I take care of my son while I’m sick too?!? Of course I’m frustrated at what can only be deemed as a “WTF moment”. As his primary caretaker, I need to be healthy not bedridden. The cherry on top is now contracting Covid myself too. And I can’t properly put into the words the magnitude of how incredibly grateful we are to have our Vinh back. We gained a deeper appreciation of our blessings. It was another unbelievable blow in an already harrowing experience, but we’ve found the positive beyond the positive test result. As a lovely parting gift, he also contracted Covid during his hospital stay. Our prayers were answered and he’s now home and recovering well. Someone had to hear me, someone had to help. I got so desperate I started praying in every language I could muster up and to every religion just to make sure I had all the Gods covered. A prayer for the sick, prayer for healing, prayer for surgery, prayer for my son. And when I was at a loss of words, I even googled more prayers (yes, I recognize how ridiculous that sounds). It was all surreal and all I could do was pray. I felt despair, helplessness, fear, anguish, I couldn’t breathe, I was on the brink of collapse. My usually energetic, full of life son laid in critical condition in the ICU. Instead of being surrounded by Christmas lights, there were the blinking lights of countless monitors and a ventilator. Unexpected complications had him unconscious for the longest 34 hours of my life. The day surgery somehow unraveled into a 7-day drama. A 3-hour procedure, quick in and out, home on time for dinner. After a year of five shoulder dislocations, my son Vinh finally had his much anticipated surgery. My story is one of joy during this Covid time. Covid will soon pass, I am not letting it take center stage in my story. Any suffering I feel now will be short-lived. I feel joy because my family got to experience a true Christmas miracle. I’m of sound mind even though my body begs to differ. I feel joy even while lying here, head pounding, congested, sore throat and body aches that intensify by the day! No, I haven’t lost my mind and I’m not drugged up and delirious. Feel like crap, and somewhat annoyed by the timing, but overall I feel JOY. Yes, after 659 days of this pandemic, Covid caught up with me. As I write this I’m on Day 2 since testing positive. ![]()
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