“I am 35 years old and I was fine, then intensive care for Covid”

From the post posted on his Facebook page.

Published on: 11/12/2020 6:28 PM

“I am 35 years old, I go to the gym and I am in excellent physical shape, I have no previous pathologies, I enjoy (I enjoyed) excellent health. I have always been very attentive to disinfect my hands properly and always put the mask away; but still the virus managed to pass. So intensive care. When my roommate died I collapsed. “This is the testimony of Lorenzo Stocchi, resident of Montevarchi (Ar), manager of Galateo Ricevimenti in Florence, among other things a friend and collaborator of the mayor of Terranuova Bracciolini (Ar), Sergio Chienni. Stocchi wanted to make it public on Facebook, after being forced by the coronavirus to intensive care at the San Donato hospital in Arezzo, where he is still hospitalized. He also published a photo of himself wearing a breathing helmet and announces that lose “about 10/12 kg” during this “ordeal”.

Lorenzo Stocchi also told his painful story “to sensitize those who still insist on wearing the mask under the nose and having dinner with friends. I think of the 39-year-old boy from Livorno who died of delay, I think of my roommate, to all those who, despite fighting, did not succeed. We must prevent the virus at all costs, raise awareness and convince the skeptics. Because they will also realize when a close person dies, but it will be too late. “

“On October 19 I had to go in the ophthalmic emergency room of the Arezzo hospital due to a corneal injury. There were many patients waiting, all equipped with a mask and disinfectant gel. But unfortunately somehow the virus, or thanks to lowered immune defenses or the fact that unconsciously it often touched my eye, I managed to pass – says Lorenzo Stocchi – After 5 days, while I was in the office, a slight pain came head and when I got home I had a 37.3 degree fever. I automatically isolated myself. The next morning I went in private to take the serological test, which came back negative. But once home, the fever had risen to 38.5 “.

“I had no other symptoms; no cold or cough, smelled smells, tastes and everything else. But the fever continued to rise despite the 4,000 Tachipirina he took a day. It could very well have been a simple flu, or something more serious – he says. Lorenzo again – After another three days, my doctor asked me for the tampon, unfortunately there was no room 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 went alone to clean the drive-thru, but I already felt that something had changed, I was short of breath and was beginning to have a hard time speaking. Once back, my dad let me find the oximeter that Amazon had taken a few days before … My saturation was at 91 with a resting rate of 109. Too little oxygen with too many beats. “

“My doctor did not feel comfortable and preferred to alert Usca. Unfortunately, they were also full of patients to visit and I still did not have the result of the swab, so they would not have known whether to enter a Covid or a normal hospital – continues Lorenzo Stocchi – When the Usca arrived the next day, I no longer could speak. From the bedroom to the bathroom I gasped. I was breathing heavily and felt like a freshly caught fish … I gasped. They immediately took me to the San Donato di Arezzo. I waited for 50 minutes outside the emergency room, because even though 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 the chest X-ray they realized that the right lung was practically collapsed, and the left one was also bad – continues the testimony – They put on a breathing helmet (CPAP, which I kept for 11 very long days), oxygen injection to 60lt / minute, a deafening and continuous noise that prevented me from hearing what the doctors were saying to me, and I could only express myself with gestures because I was short of air and I could only concentrate on breathing because the air was not enough for me. That point led me to care Intensive .. And the nightmare began .. Between arterial catheter, venous catheter, peripheral access, urinary 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. I was isolated. Naked in a bed with doctors and nurses prowling the room, giving me therapies and actions to reactivate my lungs. They tried to cheer me up, but psychologically it was really E It’s difficult. Then my roommate died (actually a retrofitted OR). And although I did not know him, he had been by my side for three days. At that moment I broke down. “

“During the endless nights, I had uncontrollable crying spells. A cry of despair that I never expected from me, always cynical and rational – says Lorenzo Stocchi – On the fourth day my parents called me to tell them that they would intubate me. . He wasn’t getting better and it was the only way. My parents aged at that time. My mom spent the night crying and vomiting. That night the resuscitation doctor tried to lay me on my stomach, which between the helmet and everything else was a mind-blowing situation, but luckily I was sedated. Miraculously, the alveoli began to reopen. From there the slow recovery began ”.

“I was brought back to infectious diseases with my helmet, and since then I have been doing a kind of oxygen weaning … The lungs have restarted thanks to the very high volumes of oxygen and now I have to learn to breathe normally again – underlines Lorenzo Stocchi – Meanwhile. I had complications from the hospitalization, and I do not want to point out the negligence of those who treated me and saved my life, they are simply things that can happen in these situations. In the ICU I tried to say that the urinary catheter was hurting … But they told me that I was not used to it and that it was a nuisance and that I would not feel like urinating because the bladder would automatically empty into the tube, but I felt like it and had very cramps. powerful … . When they removed the catheter, they realized that they had injured my bladder. Much pain and blood in the urine. So don’t miss a thing … Daily doses of heparin to prevent pulmonary thrombosis have made the blood very thin. This caused me severe bleeding from the B side. One night I even freaked out because I didn’t know how to stop the blood and in the end I also had to clean the bathroom floor because I was embarrassed. Compared to collapsed lungs, they suck … But after all these days, every problem weighs on morale like a stone. “

“Little by little I am improving, the saturation increases, the Ega improves and I feel better too. Of course, if I take off the oxygen to go to the bathroom or eat after a few minutes I get coughing and shortness of breath, but I feel better and I’m on the road to recovery ”, concludes his story Lorenzo Stocchi.