An interesting take on the Covid-19 pandemic.
What a day to be alive!
I think in the history of mankind, people have seen many strange things happening, be it Moon landing, Aliens, mega-disasters, mass murders, World wars, Spanish Flu, and many more.
I’m not saying what is happening right now is bigger than what has already happened to the world, but it doesn’t reduce the impact of what we are facing today: Covid-19, Novel Coronavirus, or SARS-CoV-2 (what’s there in the name?)
My Experience is not something unique or worth writing an article about, but anything that helps people is worth writing. Relating to someone else’s problem helps to cope with yours, knowing you’re not suffering alone somehow brings comfort.
My symptoms were mild, just a bit of throat irritation in the morning, a little back pain in the noon, with a dash of 100.2 fever in the evening. But during the season where my city is in a record-breaking high for registering thousand+ cases every day, it was enough to cause an alarm.
Not knowing how I got infected, not trusting the ways it can be prevented, no documented medicines to cure (except the doctor’s best guess,) no one knows how long the pandemic will last. This uncertainty was banging my peace and hurting my vibes.
In the last couple of days, I know I took the maximum precaution, 3ply mask, sanitization, washing hand, avoiding crowd, maintaining social distancing, but still, somehow I got infected, at least I think I got (No RT-PCR kit available for private testing) and to manage the overflowing family and societies pressure, I’ve to live isolated for a few days. To live alone is not a big deal for someone who’s habituated to living in solitude, but to stay apart from my one-year-old son, that’s heartbreaking.
When you live alone, you miss even the simple thing like sitting on the couch with your family. We don’t appreciate what we have until we don’t have it anymore. If I’ve to learn something from this experience, I think I’ll learn this:
‘We don’t need fancy stuff when we are sick, but the warmth of friends and family.’
We fight for the things we think we need, but when you live for hundreds of hours alone you’ll understand that those are not the things that you need. People who personally know me, know I’m always surrounded by gadgets but during that time it wasn’t the shiny iPad that gave me comfort but a phone call or a message asking how I’m feeling. That helped.
One thing money can’t buy is people’s kindness. And god knows kindness goes a long way to help someone recover from any kind of discomfort.
Value those who care about you, value those who put themselves at risk to provide you comfort, and value those who value your presence even during the tough times. Peace out.
