COVID Diary-Day 9
Today is Tuesday, 1st June. Half way through 2021 and half way of my quarantine. I’m getting myself used to this place. Things become more like a “routine”. Wake up to eat, watch an episode of series, read a book, exercise, sleep, done for the day. I did asked the nurse, just in case I could leave this place a bit earlier, when am I dismissed. She said my time is on the 7th of June. She even asked me if I need a ride home. I am still uncertain about that as that day my family will need to come to the hospital for their second PCR test after 14 days. In that case, I’m not sure if they can pick me up. Also, if they test positive, I will have to go through another cycle of damn quarantine.
My lips are dried. It could be because of the dried air from the AC. It is cold here in my room. I don’t have long sleeve shirt nor jacket. But I don’t want to bother my parents to send my stuff from home. I already caused too much trouble for this mess. Two people messaged me around the same time, asking what’s like to get sick. How’s the first detected sign looks like? They must probably freak out due to little symptom that could easily lead to the thought of being contracted with this Virus during this time. That’s understandable. I told them “Nah, probably not” just to cheer them up as a second validator. I know how shitty it felt. When I was told that my symptom would not probably be COVID-related, I felt good, kind of relief. It turned out that wasn’t the case. Just to have someone tell you that thing is going to be okay is such a real blessing. These people are around when I’m in need. Once you are in dire situation, you will find out the person you can truly trust and rely on. I don’t have so many, but at least do have a few. I also choose not to tell people around about my COVID as I don’t see the reason to do so. Just gotta keep it low profile.
My dose of medicine is nearly running out. My symptom is getting better. I start to smell when I shower, especially with my shower gel and shampoo. It’s coming back. My tongue does not have any problem with food tasting. I have appetite and it’s getting more craving and hungry. It was once gone during my first few days at the hospital. One thing I don’t understand is that why can’t I choose my damn food to eat each day here at the hospitel. What’s so hard to make to order. I want to eat some egg. That’s it. The food they gave me is no doubt have enough source of protein. However, I feel like they could add more vegetable to that. I’m getting sick of the same kind of seasonal fruits they provide. Can’t they just switch to some other kinds? Bananas? Mangoes? Oranges? Thailand have plenty of fruits. Anyway, all I can do is keep complaining to myself. Another boring day has just passed by. I’m counting down to the next Monday, the day I can head back home.
