Hey Hi: I got long covid in February of 2020. 102 steady brain burn fever for 5 days,,,no other symptoms. Then it went away. I continued on with my 80th birthday party celebration, danced all night. March 15 the world shut down, I'm watching these poor souls dying on the TV, my kids dropping off groceries, firewood etc, By April/May my stomach began to girgle...LOUD and swell with stinky gas, I passed it off as "you are just getting lazy and fat laying on this couch waching the horror show". Then one day whaever let loose and filled that toilet was right out of Stephen Kings brain. And then I started to fall apart. Nightmares oh the nightmares, heart leaping out of chest especially while trying to take afterboon naps? What the hell was that?! Heart, Lungs, Brain, Muscles all feeling like being eaten alive...like the pacman "game" of years ago. Still no identifying with the ventilator sufferers. Rounds of doctors, hospital ERS, family, friends , begging for support answers. "Oh you are just getting old Mom" "You just have Agoraphobia",,,see a therapist" from a young hotshot "Covid expert"... finally around August another young ER doctor in Cumberland, Maryland (the opposite direction from the big hospitals in Pittsburgh )said "This is Covid! and don't let anyone talk you out of it!!! He was almost crying for me because he had nothing to give me,,,but he gave me the will to fight and that was everything. Somebody believied me! I deteriorated so fast and so badly for the next 18 months that finally a gastro specialist told me "he was sorry that I had to wait so long to see him because this is Covid and he had nothing for me" he said actually "we" have nothing for you . "Just go home and be thankful if you have a few good days". !!! I went home and said to God "OK are we finished here? I've had a good run of it, you ready to take me?" I hear (the deep resounding voice) "You've always wanted to go to college". Fast forward last May I graduated with a Masters Degree in Art, made the news. Fought my way bqck, had tremendous emotional and physical support from college and finally adult kids. Getting ready to reopen my art and healing center and now got hit with the nurovirus this past February which has (slighthy - like a memory ghost) turned on the Covod symptoms, weakened my immune system again and I can't get rid of a dangerous UTI (allergic to all antibiotics now, been relying on bootlegg Colodial Silver which is not kmocking out the klebseilla bacterial infection which seems to have embedded itself in my system.) So tonight I have to say again "Are we done?" This time I feel like there is so more to live for...books to publish, retreats to give (my professors want to be involved). I'm reaching out. In the 14th century (I believe) book, "The Cloud of Unknowing", this anonymous person says "It all boils down to three words GOD -SIN -HELP" (I believe sickness is a sin-and I rejet it!) I pray this helps someone else and welcome all feedback.