Albanian doctor infected with Ovid-19 tells of recent hospital days

U n WRITER IN DO TA “OUT” COVID!

I had been back home for about four months and was viewed as <x0 mic>”, as I faced the unknown every day. I haven't had a day off, but I've served people without any restraint, always considering proper protective measures. I've become a family every day, and I've acted like I'm an infected man with Covid-19 and a <x2...x2... This nightmare continued to accompany me and my family until one day I returned home very tired and with a fever. I didn't want to believe that what happened to me had never happened. I tried to hide behind myself, as a doctor, and I understood everything. The positive tampon for David-19 was enough to put the lid on.

My condition came running, the treacherous virus had no stop. He was choking on me and driving me crazy. There was no choice, on that morning eve of Sunday, June 28, 2020, but to call my best friend and friend Dr. Ramadan Balla, who was in emergency service that night. He advised me to get 127, and I did. Dr. It's Shefkiu. I introduced myself. I need to get to the hospital because I can't anymore. I was getting overwhelmed and had a faint state. The voice on the phone answered that we were there in five minutes and that's what happened. For the first time in my life, I was admitted to a hospital, and it was at the infectious hospital.

In that hospital where I had been a student for forty years. The first encounter at the hospital was an immediate care from the staff working there. I was the doctor who sought help and life, while many others were sick and struggling with life. I was put in “pher” where life and death had the limit more subtle than the thread. In those moments in my head, my life was turned around and I felt like a welcome and sometimes regret that I could leave this world without waiting and remembering. An unimaginable situation. At those moments of stay, I could not teach him the name of an extraordinary nurse who did not have a father who struggled with a sick man, bringing him back to life from time to time. They put me on the second floor of room 10/2, along with the Shpend scratcher who was a big man to me. He was breathing oxygen, but he motivated me for all my days in the hospital. We have given countless courage to each other.

Only when you're inside the hospital do you realize what happens, an extraordinary thing, an unprecedented situation. Rooms filled with patients, careless, heatless, groaning, and seeking help. Through the corridors they would run without letup, they, heroin and true heroes, health personnel, nurses, and nurses, who never labored day and night despite being covered in that very heavy, overwhelming garment. In their eyes I have read only hope. They were extraordinary, overhumans.

I am the nurse of Professor Arben Dures, and the other told me that he came from another surgical department, and so on. Their voices like bird tweets harmonized throughout the night serving all patients without exception. Of course doctors at the Infective Hospital in QSUT are all Heroes, but, in particular, Professor Nayada Como is “Ninetreza” of these days, the most difficult one facing that hospital.

Her weak hand touched patients twice a day. I repeat once again that the real heroes of this unprecedented war, with this terrible virus, are those boys and girls who have put their souls where life fights with themselves. One of them was coughed, but he finished his shift without complaining. Great gratitude for the Sunniers, real heroin. I've looked under the thick dress on how sweat flowed and they carried out their task without complaint. I lived “Those days at the hospital, those hell days, like centuries. And as my condition almost continued to be heavy, a magic hand, Professor Najada's hand went through my forehead, touched me, and said:

“Dr. Shefkiu, you're going to make the tampon today and get out of the hospital, you're going to take the medication home” At the moment, I couldn't believe how I could get out because I still felt bad. Her decision was to be respected as a colleague, a friend, as a professional. That evening I was at home, where I still feel better today.

I'm still fighting. I think I made it. But I'd have an appeal for all of you, as a doctor, as a man who tried on my back what it means to be sick of Coddy-19. I couldn't stop infecting my family with all the measures I've been trying to implement. As a person who witnessed this terrible virus I appeal to all people everywhere: There is no country to protect you from David-19. You have to save yourself. Safeguard yourselves, family, relatives, and all others.

Only a common front without “cracks” can do something. The health system in this type of infection is so fragile that it can become increasingly powerless to cope with the entire flow of the sick who may appear. The health system has its limits. Important are human resources, the greatest wealth, especially right now. They too must be preserved in order for things to function as normally as possible. In conclusion, the only weapon to face this terrible virus is self-defense and self-defense. Gratitude and just hope for all.

Shefki Meta