Sunday 25th 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.
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