The Briton told how the coronavirus defeated

Connor Reed, 25-year-old British from Wales, became the first person from the United Kingdom to become infected coronavirus in Wuhan. Moreover, this happened back in November 2019, when COVID-19 was just beginning to spread. About his fight against Connor's disease told to the Daily Mail. Further, according to the author.

Day 1

Monday 25 November I have a cold. I sneeze, my eyes are a little cloudy. But this is clearly not enough to keep me from going to work. I came to China to teach English, but now I am a manager at a school in Wuhan, where I have been living for the past seven months.

My cold shouldn't be particularly contagious, so I don't hesitate to leave the house. I live alone, so it is unlikely that I will infect anyone else. There was nothing in the news about any virus yet.

Day 2

I have a sore throat. Remembering what my mother did in childhood in such cases, I brought myself a mug of honey with hot water.

Day 3

I don't smoke and almost never drink. But it was important for me to get over this cold quickly so that I could stay healthy to work. For medicinal purposes only, I added some whiskey to my honey drink. I think it's called hot punch.

Day 4

Slept like a child last night. Chinese whiskey is obviously the cure for every known ailment. I have another hot punch for tonight.

Day 5

I blame it on a common cold. And everything in general was still nothing.

Day 7

I feel terrible. It's not just a cold anymore. I keep hurting, my head is buzzing, my eyes are burning, my throat is tight. The disease reached my chest, and I started having a hacking cough.

it fluand I'll need more than a mug of hot honey, with or without the whiskey magic ingredient, to make me feel better. Symptoms struck me during the day like a train, and if a miracle does not happen overnight, tomorrow I will not go to work. I don't just feel bad, I really don't want to pass this flu on to any of my colleagues.

Day 8

I didn't go to work today. Warned me that I would probably miss the whole week. Even my bones hurt. It's hard to imagine that I'll get over it soon. It hurts even just to get out of bed. I lean on pillows, watch TV and try not to cough too hard because it hurts.

Day 9

Even my kitten wandering around the apartment seems to be feeling unwell. He, like me, lost his appetite.

Day 10

I still have a fever. I drank a quarter bottle of whiskey. I don't think the hot punch mattered much.

Day 11

I suddenly feel better, at least physically. But my poor kitten died. I don't know if he had the same thing as me, and if cats can get the human flu at all. I feel unhappy.

Day 12

There was a relapse. The flu covered me with renewed vigor. My breathing is difficult. Gasping and exhausted. I sweat, I have a fever, my head is spinning, my whole body is trembling. A nightmare.

By noon, I already feel myself suffocating. I've never been so sick in my life. Can't do anything more than just a breath of air, and when I exhale, my lungs sound like a squeezing paper bag. I need to see a doctor, but if I call an ambulance, I have to pay for the car call myself. It will cost a fortune. I'm sick, but I don't think I'm dying. Is not it?

Of course I can survive the taxi ride. I decided to go to Zhongnan University Hospital because there are many foreign doctors studying there. This is not very rational, but in my feverish state I want to see a British doctor. The hospital is diagnosed with pneumonia. This is why my lungs make this sound. I was sent for a six-hour examination.

Day 13

I returned to my apartment late yesterday evening. The doctor prescribed antibiotics to treat pneumonia, but I don’t want to take them: I’m afraid that my body will become resistant to drugs, and if I ever get seriously ill, they will not help. I am going to fight the disease with more traditional means, if I can.

Fortunately, now I know that it is pneumonia. I am only 25 years old and generally healthy. I tell myself that there is no cause for alarm.

Day 15

All days now merge together.

Day 16

I'm calling my mom in Australia. I'm glad to hear her voice, even if I can't do more than wheeze: "Mom, I feel so bad."

Day 17

I feel a little better, but I don't want to give myself hope yet. I already went through this.

Day 18:

My lungs no longer look like bunches of broken branches.

Day 19

I feel better. I started to smell what the neighbors were cooking, and I think for the first time in almost two weeks I might have an appetite.

Day 22

I was hoping to get back to work today, but no luck. The pneumonia is gone, but now it hurts like a rink run over me. Everything is burning in my nose, and my eardrums are about to burst.

Day 24

Hallelujah! I think I'm better. But who knew the flu could be so bad?

Day 36

I went to the store. Apparently, Chinese officials are worried about the new virus that is spreading in the city. There are rumors of curfews or travel restrictions. I know what this will mean: panic shopping in stores. I need to stock up on essentials before this all starts.

Day 37

The rumors were true. Everyone is told to stay home. From what I've heard, the virus is similar to a type of flu that can cause pneumonia. Well, that sounds familiar.

Day 52

A notification came from the hospital, where I was informed that I was infected with the Wuhan coronavirus. I suppose I should be pleased that I cannot catch him again (I am now immune).

But I still have to wear a mask like everyone else, otherwise I run the risk of arrest. The Chinese authorities are trying very hard to contain the spread of the virus.

Day 67

The whole world has already heard about the coronavirus. I told a few friends about it via Facebook, and somehow the news got into the media.

I may have contracted the coronavirus in the fish market. It's a great place to buy inexpensive food so I shop there regularly. I saw hysterical news (especially in the US media) that bats and even koalas are sold in this market, but I have never seen this. The strangest thing I noticed there was whole carcasses of a pig and a lamb.

Day 72

Tuesday, February 4th. The newspapers seem to think it's terrible that I tried to cure myself with hot punch. I try to explain that at that time I had no idea about my illness, but they do not want to hear it. The headline in the New York Post reads: "Teacher from the UK claims he beat the coronavirus with hot whiskey and honey." I wish it were that easy.

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Alcohol in the fight against coronavirus, if it can help, is only very strong. And only if you use it as an antiseptic. For example, the Ministry of Health of Georgia proposes for such purposes chachu.

As of March 5, more than 95 thousand cases of infection with the new coronavirus have already been recorded in the world. Of these, 80,000 are in China, 6,000 are in South Korea, about 3,000 are in Italy and Iran. The spread of COVID-19 can be monitored using a special online maps.