The Reason for My Absence - Part 1.

              ⬆️Not My Artwork Above⬆️

The reason for my absence is because of many things. During the month of July I recently got news of my Aunt Sally and several of my cousins had passed away. However, no one of my paternal side family told me that these funerals were all held in April and before. I had just found out in late July from Google. I called my uncle and he blamed it on his hearing aids...this wasn't the case...

Another reason for my absence is because on Auguest 10th I contracted the Covid19. It was absolutely horrible. I wouldn't wish that plague on anyone. Not even my ex's. That thing is absolutely diabolical. 

Each day of quarantine I went through, got worse and worse. The first day I had off and on fever. Cough, cold sweats and hot sweats and hardly any appetite. 

On my second day, I discovered I had lost my taste and smell. Fever was also getting worse. I had to take cold showers twice a day and use cold packs for the remainder of the nights. 

On my third day of quarantine, things started escalating fast. I was constantly light headed, moderate to severe coughing, diarrhea, and no appetite. Little did I know things were about to get worse. 

On the 4th day of quarantine I had a horrible time breathing. My fever was absolutely constant, liquid diarrhea amongst other things. My mother was the one who was taking care of me. Enough was enough, she put her foot down and called my primary care provider. Dr. Cano really never cared about calling any of her patients back that same day. It usually took about 24 to 48 hours to get a hold of her. However, this time she picked up the phone within 2 hours from moms voicemail. I really have no idea what she had said on her machine, but it worked. Dr. Cano scheduled me up for a Zoom meeting the following day. 

On my fifth day of being quarantined, right at 2am in the morning, I felt my heart pounding so heavily. I needed to make peace with what ever earthly baggage I had left. Hour by hour, I felt my life pass before my eyes. I was in so much pain. I remember asking my higher powers to help my mom and myself make it through just so we could talk to my doctor at 8am when she opened. Yes, I did make it through to the next morning even though I feared every moment would be my last few breaths on earth. When I got to talk to my doctor her body behavior was very negative. I dont know why but she was giving off these vibes like she didn't care. Any way, she told me that she would send a referral to the Freeman Coliseum downtown for me to get the infusion therapy. Little did mom or I know it took another 2 days for that referral to go through properly. My wonderful PCP didn't do the faxing correctly. It took a few phone calls to get it straight...yah...When my mother got notice for us to go to the place for me to get the infusion I was almost on deaths door. 

By the grace of the Divine Above I had made it through the drive there and through the therapy. I will tell you one thing folks, that procedure saved my life! Within less that 48 hours I was gradually getting back to my old self. 

⬆️My progress in less then 48 hours from the infusion therapy ⬆️

Since August 17th and on, I've been doing great! I am also scheduled for my 1st Phizer injection this November 17th. Also, during the time I was quarantined I got few roughdraft drawings done. These are just a few.

They're not my greatest works but they will have to do for now. But like I've said before, I would not wish this plague on any one. So please, folks, get your vaccinations and wear the mask. The Covid is not a joke!