Concerned

Sunday 25^th April

Age is only a number when you are in love I know, but what is tried tested and accurate is that age is also ONLY a number when it comes to a genuine and no frills friendship.

With the fever dying off but yet the tiredness kicking in I couldn’t do much but BINGE on netfilx or read a  book.  To lighten things up I decided to call an extremely dear friend who went through the covid with her dad. She is more than a decade older than me but has attitude of someone who is a decade younger than me.  We chatted and laughed through it all. This optimistic approach lifted up my mood. I was happy I made that call. She had taken the test too as she was now flying to America  (Im not supposed to say when) and boy her escapades with all the documentation and the processes were hilarious. She’s witty and humorous, finds a silver lining to it all. In the midst of or very jovial conversation she said something very true to the given scenario. When someone is ‘concered’ as they say- they may be inquisitive or  intrusive and sometimes  irritating .

This could not be put more aptly in the given condition I was today. I was tired, starting to run a bit of a cold and ready for another round of fever away from my baby. People would call and call as they were concerned and trust me I had zilch energy after a while. Takes me back to the times I was preggo ! Every woman irrespective of them having a baby or even not, had to be 'concerned'. The thought of those endless aunty advise making me choke and gasp for air .

Talking bout gasping for air, one of the things  to monitor along with your temperature during these times is your oxygen. One needed a oxymeter to help you measure that.  We bought this tiny little device ,the mere size of a matchbox and had to be clipped onto your finger and voila you could know your heartbeat rate, your oxygen level and your pulse. Fancy yeah ?

Also..my phone needed oxygen in these tough times too..it told me to update to 'oxygen 11.0' 

PS : yeah hunk Roy called me , he said he was coming over. 

 

I am postive.. so I think !

A regular Friday night was turning out to be a bit iregular one.

The baby was put to bed the chores were done the prep for the next day? Hmm I couldn't there was a certian weird glitch.

An intch in my throat which was definitely not a regular one. Of course I get into my panic gear. what's happening ? Why am I feeling this ?

Just last night we watched the news (very bad idea)  and it had the alarm of high death rates , all time high in India's rise in cases. Of course we all know the story. It's 2021 and the corona still takes the lives of many.

Back to me. Waking up very early Saturday morning with the chills wasn’t a good thing and the Crocin I took didn’t help then. Was this really happening ? I didn’t go out, nor did I meet anyone, nor did we come into contact with anyone. So may be I’m just going to chum. But deep down I knew this wasn’t true. With the heaviest heart I woke up the husband who barely gets enough sleep. Quickly explained the situation and both decided to do the tests.

No lab was ready to send anyone over till Monday !! I couldn’t wait that long. There had to be another way. Lucky for us, we knew someone who helped us arrange for someone to come to take our tests enroute to his next visit.

In a couple of hours a very positive, calm and composed lad came to our door . His attitude calmed me and I knew I could get through some swabs shoved in my nose, even though the thought of it was disgusting.

The process was a breeze and we were done in 15 minutes. Within that span he received numerous phone calls and messages. One of which he answered with the uttermost calm to a person who I think was freaking out on the other side. This guy not more than 35 was pooped out, but yet here he was out of his way because ‘he gave us his word’ and also reassuring people who were blasting him with phone calls that things would get better.  

No he didn’t charge me extra, nor did he make a sneaky comment for a tip. He simply did his job with dedication and left. 

The rest of the day was a daze. In and out of high and low fever throbbing headaches and recording the temperature and intake of medication every couple of hours. That wasn’t the heaviest yet.

 I ‘isolated’ myself in our bedroom away from my son and husband. I had separate cutlery , towels, toiletries and so on. The heaviest part was the evening I woke up to my son crying as he just woke up . Motherly instinct kicked in – I opened the door, and he ran towards me crying reaching out for a hug and comfort . My husband quickly grabbed him and I had to shut the door. 

 

This was the contagious Corona BUT I AM determined to hug my son soon!