COVID Diary-Day 2
You never know you’re going to be there in the record. That 3,226 figure, you are one of them. This is another milestone in life to remember, the one you can’t really forget, unavoidably.
The doctor called me to report that my lung is still okay. The shitty virus hasn’t been there yet. What stuck in my head was the fact that, back then, I was living my life with my entire family. Though now the result for the rest of my family are all undetected, they need to quarantine themselves and observe their symptom for another 14 days. That’s way too long. All I want for now is that I’m the only infected one in the family. God saves them, please!
Today’s afternoon my schedule was filled with online training and exam afterwards. It’s from 1 to 5 PM. I was damn lucky that I passed the exam. I thought I was supposed to turn on my laptop camera, but that wasn’t required. This morning, my parents called me, asking how I am doing. They have not got fever yet but I still am highly concerned about them. That’s my main worried issue. It’s just day 2 for them to observe their symptom. What I found out during the call was that my dad’s connection with CFO allowed me to get my ass here. Another privilege that I just discovered was that a colleague’s friend is a doctor. My colleague asked my ward/room number, claiming that his friend could offer extra help. That sounds vague, but that’s 2 specialties for me.
Apart from privileges mentioned, I was offered with Thai medicine so called “Andrographis paniculata” (ฟ้าทะลายโจร in Thai) from people from my church. She wanted to send it to me but I’m doubtful that this Thai herb is scientifically proof for anti-COVID treatment. My company also offered to send me Chinese medicine. Gotta ask the doc first. At the moment, I don’t really know what to believe.
Disappointed, my dinner was wrongly served. I recall ordering linguini with tomato sauce, but they gave me this chicken pieces with mash potatoes. I just ate them anyway, but I will surely tell the nurse later. My complaint level is intolerable. Worse, they didn’t give me any spoon and fork. Oh my goodness! This is unbelievable. Do you expect me to eat with bare hands? So my solution was to use a teaspoon from counter bar as a tool. FML. I do not have much appetite anyway. I wonder about upcoming diaries. I might run out of content to write. Perhaps, nobody reads it anyway.
