Marianne was paralyzed by corona: “Can’t do anything alone”

Marianne (33): “After a severe corona infection and a coma of five weeks, I was slowly able to sit and stand again. It’ll be okay, I thought then. My arms just don’t help yet. Paralyzed, the doctors said. But with a lot of practice I’ll get there, right? Then came the harsh words of the doctor who gave me the results of my nerve examination: ‘You will probably have a permanent disability’. And suddenly I realized: maybe I will remain paralyzed by corona forever.

First aid

Exactly a year ago I tested positive for corona. I hope I don’t get too sick, I thought. But after a day or two I started having coughing fits that scared me. For the first time, I almost literally coughed my lungs out. Breathing became increasingly difficult. With a saturation meter I had at home, I tested my oxygen levels. At one point they were below 70 and I had to go to the emergency room. My friend dropped me off at the door. I remember thinking: they’ll patch me up and I’ll walk outside refreshed again. But our wave to each other before I walked down the hospital corridor became our last goodbye to the hell that came after.

‘If we don’t put you in a coma now, you’ll die’

I underwent tests, was given oxygen and a few hours later doctors and nurses in protective clothing came into my room. “We’re going to put you in a coma now,” I was told. I no longer had time to text my mother or friend. I immediately panicked, because I knew the numbers: not everyone comes out of such a coma alive. And I also knew that in some countries they had to choose who would live and who would not. “Do anything for me, do anything for me,” I begged the doctors. ‘Let’s do that. But if we don’t put you in a coma now, you’ll die,” was the last I heard. And then I fell asleep.

Learning to breathe again

After five weeks I woke up. sedated. I couldn’t even lift my head, talk, sit. I was back to square one: a baby. Yet paralysis was not my immediate fear, it is not surprising to lose your muscle strength after a coma. It was weird. I had to relearn everything and even the smallest things were a huge workout. Learning to sit again, for example, was hell. I was then hoisted upright and had to try to stay seated for half an hour. I could only cry, it was so intense, a pure strength training. I also had to learn to breathe on my own again. I had a pipe as thick as a straw in my lungs, sticking out of my neck. Every day the doctors took the ventilator off that pipe and I had to try to suck in air for half an hour. That was tough. But over the weeks we built up the time and so I was able to breathe independently, sit and even stand a little bit and take steps for longer and longer.

paralyzed arms

What was not progressing well was the motor skills in my arms. After weeks of practice I still couldn’t do anything. Due to prolonged constriction during my coma and a nerve inflammation from corona, the nerves in my arms had fallen out. When I heard that, I was quite laconic about it at first. It didn’t get to me. Practice well, I told myself, then everything will grow back. After months of practice I was indeed able to move a little bit again. But for your arm to function fully, all muscle groups must cooperate. It’s no use being able to grab a fork if you can’t move it to your mouth.

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