The Wickedness of COVID
On January 13th, I went to an urgent care clinic with my son. He’d been battling flu like symptoms for a few days and finally decided to go. On the same day, I came down with the same symptoms. Upon our arrival, my son was tested and sure enough, he was told he had Influenza which meant I did too. Because I don’t have insurance (I’m a gig worker), I opted to get a flu shot which interestingly enough, both the nurse and physician tried to talk me out of. What’s even more interesting is that the doctor also tried to convince my son that he didn’t need any medication. He said that since it had been over 48 hours, that whatever medication he prescribed wouldn’t be as effective. But who cares about effectiveness at this point? Give him something for the pain. What happened over the next five days changed my life forever.
Within 24 hours, I went from flu like symptoms to an all-out attack on my respiratory system. Every part of my body ached. I was vomiting, my head was spinning, and the coughing was other worldly. It had gotten to the point where I couldn’t eat which is highly unusual for me seeing as how I’m 60 lbs. overweight. But for the next five days, I could barely hold down apple sauce, soup and crackers. Though I’ve had the flu before, this was not your ordinary flu. Whatever this was, it came with a vengeance. The only thing I could do was do what I knew to do during times of physical attacks. I’m a Word-girl meaning I have to have me some Word of God daily. So I did the only thing I know to do and that was to immerse myself on healing by listening to anointed teachings by the late Kenneth E. Hagin. I mean I listened and listened and listened and listened and listened. But the thing about it is that each time I did, it seemed as if I felt worse which was a little surprising. But because I’m an avid student of the Bible and faith, I knew not to be moved by what I was feeling. I knew that the only way I was going to make it through that was to stay in God’s Word. It was my only lifeline, and life is definitely what I needed because at times, things seemed so dark that I could sense the presence of death.
In fact, I told my son that there was something wicked about this sickness. Again, though I’ve been sick in the past, there was something unusually sinister about this sickness. There was a torment that accompanied it; the inability to sleep, the constant wheezing, and the uncontrollable cough were brutal. Even though I wasn’t congested, the cough would be so unbearable. It was as if it was trying to take your breath away…literally. All the while, the healing power of God was working and within five days, I was strong enough to slowly resume my normal routine.
Am I saying I had COVID-19? I don’t know because I wasn’t officially diagnosed, but it sure felt like it. But if it was, I’m so thankful that I’m here to tell my story.