Sprite and the Mountain Trail
It had been nearly three days since I had been given any food or water, and my spirits were very low. I had very few lucid moments and I faded in and of dreams.
Stories & Reflections
Written accounts of the fever dreams, the visions, and the journey through COVID's strange landscape.
The Crow and the Coyote
Was it real? Well, it still feels real to me. This dream or should I say vision, still gets to me even four years later. I still struggle with the imagery and the messages.
Let the Dreams Begin?
He said I didn't think he would make it this far but don't worry just stick to the plan
1st Day Off the Vent
The day was a blur, I was exhausted.
Coming Off the Vent
Between the low o2, high heart rate, blood clots and now a major stroke, everyday was a fight. But one thing remained constant, my family.
Friday 13th
When my family came in all I remember was the feeling of love and the urging to fight.
ICU
I told them I did not want to go on the vent, I heard once you go on you don't come off.
The Transfer to the ICU
The ambulance's sirens howled, and the engine roared as we headed to a different hospital.
The Third Trip to the ER
It felt hopeless; the ER visits weren't helping, why go back? At my wife's urging, we will give it one more try.
The Second Trip to the ER
Struggling to breathe and still no doctor and no admission to the hospital.
The First Trip to the ER
The realization finally hits you, "You Need Help", but what do you do when all the Dr. offices and clinics have signs up that say if you have covid don't come in. Where do you go? Which ER do you pick. That was the dilemma.
Dad, I Have Covid
The first weeks of Covid
The Beginning
This is where it all started — a slow burn of confusion, sleepless nights, and strange visions that didn't feel like dreams at all.