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He is 35 years old, his name is Lorenzo Stocchi and he has decided to tell his story with Covid, his very personal experience with a disease that he defined as “terrible”. He did it with a long post on Facebook, so that people understand, especially young people, that the Coronavirus can hit, even severely, quickly. In the photo he decided to put on his profile that he wears a helmet to breathe, because alone, he could no longer do it. Now Lorenzo’s conditions have improved but he is still admitted to the Arezzo hospital, where he arrived in critical condition.
“Many have asked me to tell them about my experience with Covid-19 – writes – Many have already read these words (I do not hear them because I still cannot speak correctly), but perhaps it will serve to sensitize those who still persist in wearing the mask under their nose and having dinner with friends. Obviously, the medical terms and therapies are informed by me, that I have no studies on it and could easily make some mistakes. I’m also writing straight from a hospital bed, so the writing style won’t be the best either. On October 19 I had to go to the ophthalmological emergency room from Arezzo hospital for a corneal injury. There were many patients waiting, all equipped with a mask and disinfectant gel. But unfortunately, somehow, the virus, either thanks to the lowered immune defenses or the fact that it often unconsciously touched my eye, managed to pass.
The story continues: «After 5 days, while I was in the office, I had a slight headache and when I got home I had a fever of 37.3 degrees. I automatically isolated myself. The next morning I went, in private, to perform the serological test, which was negative. But once home, the fever had risen to 38.5. I had no other symptoms; no cold, no cough, he could smell, taste and all. But the fever continued to rise despite the 4,000 tachypyrines she was taking a day. It could well have been a simple flu or something more serious. After another three days, my doctor asked me for the swab, unfortunately there was no place available in the whole province and I had to wait another 24 hours. Not wanting to involve anyone in the family, I took the car and I just went to clean the drive-thru but I already felt that something had changed, I was short of breath and I began to struggle to speak. Once back, my dad made me look for the oximeter that he had bought on Amazon a few days before. My saturation was 91 with a resting rate of 109. Too little oxygen with too many heartbeats. My doctor was not comfortable and preferred to alert the USCA. Unfortunately, they too were full of patients to visit and I still didn’t have the swab result so they wouldn’t have known whether to admit me to a Covid or normal hospital. “
“By the time the USCA arrived the next day, I could no longer speak. From the bedroom to the bathroom you felt short of breath. Breathing was difficult and I felt like a freshly caught fish … I gasped. They immediately took me to San Donato in Arezzo. I spent 50 minutes waiting outside the ER, because even if it was 10:30 PM, there were five other ambulances in front of me. After the visit and the hyssop led me to infectious diseases. With a chest X-ray they found that his right lung had practically collapsed, and even the left was in bad shape.
“They put the helmet on me to breathe (CPAP, which I kept for 11 very long days), oxygen injected at 60 liters / minute, a deafening and continuous noise that prevented me from hearing what the doctors were saying. And I could only express myself with gestures because I was out of breath and could only focus on breathing since the air was not enough for me. At that moment they took me to the ICU. And the nightmare began. Between arterial catheter, venous catheter, peripheral access, bladder catheter, catheters, catheters … I was very limited in my movements and could not move my arms well to write to my loved ones to seek comfort. He was isolated. ”
“Naked on a bed with doctors and nurses wandering around the room, giving me therapies and actions to get my lungs working again. They tried to cheer me up, but psychologically it was very difficult. Then my roommate died (actually a readjusted operating room). And although I did not know him, he had been by my side for three days. At that moment I collapsed. On the fourth day they called my parents to tell them that they would intubate me. He wasn’t getting better and it was the only way forward. Both of my parents have aged at that time. That night, the resuscitation doctor tried to make me sit upside down, which between the helmet and everything else was an amazing situation, but luckily I was sedated. Miraculously, the alveoli have begun to open.
“From there the slow recovery began. I was brought back to infectious diseases with the helmet, and since then I have been doing a kind of oxygen weaning. The lungs have been damaged by the very high volumes of oxygen and now I have to learn to breathe normally again.
«Little by little I am improving, the saturation rises, the EGA improves and I also feel better. Of course, if I take off oxygen to go to the bathroom or eat after a few minutes I get a cough and shortness of breath, but I’m better and on the way to recovery. As you can see in the photo, I’m all beard and hair because you can’t eat with a helmet, ed. I will have lost about 10/12 kg».
«I am 35 years old, I go to the gym and I am in excellent physical shape, I have no previous pathologies, I enjoy excellent health. I have always been very careful to disinfect my hands properly and have always kept the mask; however, the virus managed to pass. I think of the 39-year-old boy from Livorno who died from a delay, I think of my roommate, of all those who, despite struggling, did not make it. We must prevent the virus at all costs, raise awareness and convince the skeptics. Because they too will realize when a close person dies, but it will be too late.
November 12, 2020 | 13:31
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