Oct 21, 2021

Mawazo Writing Africa

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Jab gave my wife and I fighting chance, says Covid-19 survivor

Since it was Sunday, the family prepared and then headed to church. The government then lifted the ban on church service and allowed services across the country, albeit strictly in accordance with Covid-19 protocols.

The family then went to a restaurant for lunch, but when they did returned home that evening, something strange happened.

Delta variant

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“That evening my wife complained of a low temperature and a sore throat. I told her to take ginger, lemon and honey.

When the Ministry of Health (MoH) announced the first Covid-19 case in the country in March 2020, I panicked, as did my family.

We strictly adhered to the Department of Health’s containment measures and protocols and for this reason it never occurred to me that the monster we all feared was knocking on our door.

We had avoided public gatherings for over a year, wore our masks at all times, washed our hands with soap and water and tried to keep our distance indoors.


At 9 p.m. My wife’s fever worsened and she had a terrible headache.

We left the house to Lang’ata Hospital. The doctors did a blood test and gave her medication. Then we were advised to do a Covid-19 test.

We drove home the same evening and after discussions we agreed to do the test the next day.

On July 19th, we went to Meridian Hospital in Nairobi West.


The tests confirmed that we both had Covid-19.

We had We both received our first dose of the AstraZeneca vaccine and we waited for our second.

The shock hits you differently and take it from me, the Delta variant is no joke.

It hurt more to see the fear and shock in my dear wife’s eyes.

Little we knew of the burden of medical bills that awaited us. The bill would accumulate to Sh2.5 million and keep climbing as we struggled to stay alive.

On July 21st, Susan’s condition worsened to the point of being transferred to Meridian Hospital had to be admitted. Her oxygen level was 85 while mine was 93.

When I visited her the next day, my oxygen level had dropped to 90, then it dropped to 84 the next day.

Doctors stated that they would only let me out of this hospital if I checked into another hospital, but to be honest, I wasn’t worried as I knew I had been vaccinated with the first vaccination.

My wife was discharged on July 24th after she fully recovered. Her bill was 475,000 shorts for the five days she was in the hospital.

I was still in the hospital on medication and under surveillance. Doctors treated me with Remdesivir, Clexane, Dexamethasone, Vitamin C, and Zinc.

I felt better, but then tests showed that 65 percent of my lungs were damaged. Doctors recommended that I be moved to another hospital with an intensive care unit or HDU. Nairobi West Hospital had an ICU / HDU bed available and I was immediately rushed to an ambulance and taken there.

I had a number of mixed feelings but tried to convince myself that it was I would be fine.

Psychological torture

It hurts at the HDU. I remember talking to fellow patients there, and in two to three hours I would hear that they succumbed to the virus.

Psychological torture is not something you would wish for in your worst enemy . It comes with hallucinations and nightmares.

I knew I was next and was so keen on my breathing patterns that I was so scared that every time I felt a change, I would die .

This went on for a while, but listening to music helped because it was a kind of therapy for me. I prayed and then wandered away, lost in my favorite Jonathan Nelson songs like “I Believe”.

On August 1st, I was so relieved when my results were negative, which meant I was on the Covid-19 ward was relocated, but there was a big problem – the hospital management told me that my health insurance had my hospital bill, which was 1.4 million Sh. would not cover.

I was charged Sh350 per hour for medical oxygen and a patient is not allowed to take the mask off even if they feel well enough to breathe on their own, which means that he You continue to be billed for it.

I was high per dose of the drug. One was up to Sh116,000 per dose.

As a result, my blood pressure rose from stress.

It was more devastating that the hospital didn’t accept title deeds or logbooks as security.

When I was released, the bill was 2.2 million Sh. but with the help of family and friends I was able to raise 1.7 million and then borrow 500,000 to clear the bill and finally got to go home.

I’m so grateful to all of them got through for me.

I still hallucinate and see strange things, trembling and trembling.

After the discharge there is a Covid-19 clinic where the doctors are healing us and monitor and monitor the response of our lungs.

The clinic also uses CT scans to monitor my lungs and see how the damage has been repaired.

Two months later my lungs at 50 percent as shown by the results of the last scan and the medication I’m taking. It costs Sh34,000 per month to use it for this treatment.

I was told by the doctor that the lungs take between six months and it takes a year to reach 80 percent.

Our experience has led me to put myself in Gesu Raise awareness and raise awareness.

This is the best way I can serve humanity to see that Covid-19 is real and vaccines save lives. My wife and I wouldn’t be alive today if we hadn’t gotten the first push. This vaccine really gave us a chance to fight.