Who hasn’t had coronavirus blues lately?
Honestly, I’m not sure which is worse. worrying if you realize it might be your last straw, watching the mainstream media and the Kansas City Star try and turn everything into a politicized news nightmare. or you know, actually.
The Westport Bill Nigro spark plug discovered the hard way.
Two weeks back on a Sunday night, what started as something approaching a good, old-fashioned flu turned into a full-blown crown that made a true believer out of Kansas City’s 65-year-old entertainment and restaurant tea.
Two weeks later, after a cane blocked his nose until he could almost feel it was a brain, Nigro was diagnosed, went to the basket, lived to tell the story and now waits two weeks after the virus is isolated, and hoping that he has seen the last.
“I feel incredibly better and I haven’t had a fever since last week on Sunday,” says Nigro. “And I’m starting to gain weight again. I went from about 160 pounds to 140 pounds in less than a week – that’s a lot of weight.
“Now I want to get sick in the head. “But I was in very good shape and I think it helped me a lot because I have type 2 diabetes.”
How bad was it?
“Well, I got very sick,” says Nigro. “Especially losing all that weight, because I could not hold anything. At least it didn’t get into my lungs. ”
Aside from a 102-degree fever, hours at the end of the porcelain and a headache, the worst aspect of the Nigro coronavirus forced him to spend hours in the bathroom, drowning glass after glass of water, as that was the only thing he could do halfway. pressed.
And let the record show that Nigro got very low, kept his distance and had little contact with other people, even when he continued to operate his warehouse in Westport. In addition, he washed and disinfected his hands repeatedly
So how did Wild Bill get his Big C?
“I think I got it at the gas station,” says Nigro. “Because I was so careful and did not go to a store or anywhere else.
“And I was not very close to anyone else – some UPS and Fed X drivers – but I never shook their hands and they washed my hands after handling boxes.”
If Nigro had done something.
“You know, I should have taken a napkin and put it on top of the gas pump,” he says.
And while time heals all wounds – somehow, somehow – these awful details remain alive.
“I had a terrible headache and I was extremely tired,” says Nigro. “It simply came to our notice then. I mean, the mental damage is over, but I will continue to be very careful and wear a mask wherever I go. Because I do not want anyone else to go through what I went through. ”
Amen and congratulations, Brutha Bill.