I’ve seen in a few places about the delay between onset of symptoms and needing ventilation/death.
I had a week of feeling horrific and then a week of feeling very “post viral” (nausea, fatigue etc).
Everyone else in the family was coughing more than I did, but I fared worse with everything else. I have totally convinced myself the worst bit is yet to come for me and I think I’m better when I’m not. Like it was too good to be true that I was over it (obviously no guarantee we’ve actually had it anyway, of course).
Starting to feel a bit “chesty” like I need to cough but can’t, and it’s really scaring me even though it’s not affecting my breathing at all.
Chest feels tighter but while I’m normally pretty good at knowing if it’s anxiety, at the moment I have no idea. I’ve mostly been ok until the last few days.