This is a long read, more like a note to
myself for remembering the learning and filtering out the pain. If you are in a hurry,
I would ask you to skip right to end of this post where I have shared some of
my learning.
15 October: It all started as what we
thought was husband’s annual bout of fever. The doctors began trying
antibiotics and paracetamol. I was hopeful because the cough wasn’t dry. He, however, began isolating himself. Our
concern was his aged parents and our daughter. With increasing temperature and
a loss of smell, the inevitable test was done. In the meanwhile, I was trying
to get his parents to move back to their flat. The result came out by the afternoon. It was the dreaded COVID positive result, with a medium viral load.
After a few phone calls, he decided to drive up to the hospital and get himself admitted. It pained me to send him off that way, all alone with
a few essentials packed. But given the circumstances, it seemed the best thing to
do.
My story in the meanwhile: My head was filled with questions and
confusion and starting from Sunday night... “Could it be the C-word?”. “But
we’ve been so careful!” and so on. Additionally, I started developing chills
and tiresomeness from the morning of 13 October. I thought it was stress. I
had no choice but to take charge of the house and the family. I got in touch
with my ever-dependable Homeopathy practitioner who gave my husband some
medicines and preventive medication for all of us too; I stocked the kitchen
with supplies, began making suitable food for my husband, hoping the fever
would be okay in a couple of days. I felt like doing the test for myself too
because of feverishness and body pain. But we decided to wait for his result to
come out. By the afternoon of 15th, I got a strange cramp in my belly, much like a
period cramp. After my husband got admitted at the hospital and my in-laws back
at their flat, there was a strange eerie silence at home. I was getting sick
too but had to put up a brave face for the sake of our little one. Wonderful
friends were on video call that night, trying to cheer us up. The moment I
broke the news about my husband to my apartment Whatsapp Group, a neighbour
with whom I had hardly interacted in two years, sprung into action. She was
there on phone and Whatsapp all the time, checking on us. More about the angel
later.
The husband at the hospital: Blood tests
and CT scans were done. 5% lung infection seen, with the CRP (infection levels)
showing 28. He was taken good care of with medication and a good diet. He was
cheerful and looked fine.
16 October:
I arranged to have home-testing done for myself and our daughter. By
evening, the inevitable happened. I turned out positive with a low viral load
and by the grace of the Universe, our little one was spared. Now, this is where
the real stress started. I broke down into shameless tears. Clueless. What do I
do? How do I isolate myself? Some people suggested I isolate myself and let her
take charge of the house. We could always get food from outside. She just needs
to place the food outside my room. Doctors at my husband’s hospital suggested
she be sent off to my parents’ house as a 12-year old cannot be a transmitter.
A few more medical opinions sought, we decided that it was best to keep her at
home and not to expose my parents or in-laws to her. In the meantime, I walked
up to a lab to get a CT scan and other tests done. The kindly neighbour I
mentioned earlier asked us to place bowls outside the door and filled it with
fresh, hot food. Something she did on almost every day of our quarantine—a
miracle I will never forget.
Miracle number two was the amazing calmness
and composure shown by our little one, who had never slept alone ever, forget managing the house by herself. With her elder cousin’s supervision on a
video call, she sanitised her room which was shared by the two of us for the
past 4 days, threw out all bedding, lugged in fresh mattresses and sheets from
another room. Before that, she placed food outside my room. We then connected
on Google Hangouts video call, she wept a little but soon collected herself.
Catching up on day’s events, storytime and prayers on video call would become a
bedtime routine for the rest of the 14 days.
However, since running the household would
be too much for her, we decided to “reverse quarantine” her. She would stay in
her room for the next two weeks and I would have access to the kitchen.
17 October: Thankfully, my husband got
discharged from the hospital in the evening. That morning, Corporation staff disinfected the house and surprisingly reassured us that everything will be alright soon.
18 October onwards: With the approval of
doctors, I began cooking, whatever little I could. There were a zillion
precautions to be taken—wash hands, wear mask, wash hands again, use gloves
when needed; use one set of utensils for us, one set for the daughter, one set for serving ourselves, one
set for cooking. I would wash my daughter's utensils, put them outside her room and at mealtimes, she would wash them again. The rest of my quarantine was spent in washing hands, washing
utensils, disinfecting the kitchen, washing clothes, disinfecting the washing
machine...you get the drift. There were a lot of medicines and steaming to be
taken. I focussed on cooking salads and soups and shamelessly accepted any food
anyone offered to give. For the first five days or so, apart from extreme
fatigue, we felt unusually hungry, though we’d lost all sense of taste and
smell. Since it was Navaratri, the angel neighbour kept sending us delicious
and healthy prasadam as well. Every time I thanked her all she said was that
she was blessed to be able to cook for us at this time and I just needed to
pass on the kindness to someone else in need.
Our daughter was busy with her online
classes. We tried to keep in touch with her as much as possible. Sometimes, she
at her doorstep and we at ours; sometimes, on video calls. It pained me to have
a little child touch-deprived for two weeks but I couldn’t afford to shed a
tear even in solitude—it was from my spirit that she had to gain her
confidence. How she handled her situation is still a wonder. Mornings, we
resorted to a long stick to knock at her door and wake her up—couldn’t cross
the line you see? ☺
21 October: The husband’s temperature began
shooting up again, so did the cough. He would curl up and sleep almost all day.
Things got a little worrisome. As against our fear of repeat hospitalisation,
he was asked to come and get injections every day, which was also a lot of
effort for him to drive up to an under-staffed hospital (an easy 3 to 4-hour
process every day). The lung infection which was only around 5% initially,
increased to 30% by the 7th day. Apparently, a 7-day spike is something to be
expected, with a marked increase in temperature, cough or other symptoms. The hospital visits somehow kept his mind busy, which had begun playing around
existential questions. He again got some fantastic support from our Homeopathy
doctor, whose medication felt holistic. He managed to read up The Secret during those long hospital waiting hours.
26 October: The husband’s injections were
completed and he felt a lot better. Rid of the sleepiness, we began looking
forward to the end of the quarantine and so did our little one. All our moods
began improving considerably. We arranged to have the house disinfected and
deep-cleaned and asked doctors about how the quarantine should be ended.
30 October: The day of the big freedom. We woke up early and disinfected everything we could before the disinfecting could be done professionally. Our baby stepped out of her room, we all had our masks on and we only held her hands. The hugs had to wait. People from the Corporation visited
to check on us. We ripped off the horrendous sticker and said a big prayer for
having sailed safely through this most frightening experience.
Twist in the tale: So the Quarantine ended,
we had the house deep-cleaned on 31 October and I realised that I was still a
little tired, the back hurt and I couldn’t manage full-fledged cooking for
another 10 days. Though the husband felt
better, he needed rest too. So I decided to order side dishes from outside and
cook rice at home. Whether it was food poisoning or something else, I will
never know. But on November 1, I fell extremely sick. Never been this sick in
ages. I threw-up, don’t know how many times, had the most unbearable backache
and when I passed out in the bathroom, my husband drove me straight up to the
ER at the hospital. I spent almost the whole day there. A series of blood
tests, brain and lung scans were done. Everything was clean but I was just
unable to sit up straight. Saline and IV medication was given and I was sent
home. That night and the next morning were hell. My head was spinning, had terrible headaches,
the vision was blurred (something that happened to both of us at different stages), I couldn’t
walk straight without support. The doctors advised us to take the assistance of my
parents as we could not transmit the virus anymore. So we landed at my parents’
place. My parents took care of me for almost two weeks. My mom, being a yoga
practitioner, a Reiki and acupressure healer and more than anything, an
effervescent personality, gave me a lot of strength apart from feeding me with
nutritious meals several times a day. Additionally, my Homeopathy doctor couriered me some great
medicines. It was she who pointed out that the virus has probably affected my
nerves with the effects manifesting a little late. I went on and off patches of
fear, panic and sadness but tried to replace most negative thoughts with happy
ones. My head still spins, I rejoice when I walk a straight line, my sense of
taste and smell are a wee better, but I know for sure that I am on the right track. I couldn’t read but kept listening to music or watching feel-good shows on
OTT. Don’t want to question my abilities but want to remind myself
of the person that I used to be, of the things I was capable of. I have rejoined work this week and have been cooking with my husband's help. Feels good!
Friends, like I said at the beginning, this
has been a long post but I definitely do want to share these thoughts:
- COVID
19 is real. It is a virus. Not a fabrication of any healthcare company or
organisation.
- You
never know who, when and how it affects us. All one can do is to identify
potentially unsafe situations and avoid them. We still don’t know how exactly
we caught it. Our only guess is my husband’s workplace.
- If
you must step out, use masks of good quality. Cotton bandanas or gamchas might
not work the best at all times. Be very careful while meeting with people you
don’t interact with every day. Outdoors or well-ventilated places are the
safest bet. Be careful while dealing with paperwork and cash. Apart from the
dangers, COVID 19 is an extremely inconvenient illness to have, the
inconveniences of maintaining safety is nothing comparatively.
- If
you don’t want to get admitted at a government hospital, this can cost quite a
bit. Keep your insurance papers handy.
- Having
said this, I would reiterate NOT to panic. Anxiety, in any illness, is bound to
magnify the symptoms.
- Keep
taking steaming, vitamins and zinc supplements without fail. Try native
concoctions/kadhaas/kashaayams. They might taste bitter, cause heat in the body
but see which kind works best for you. Keep eating fruits and fresh, hot food.
- While
still on the above point, when we hear about someone being in trouble, it is
only natural for us to be thankful about how safe we are. But please, let that
be a silent prayer. There is no need to tell a sufferer how smartly you have
been protecting yourself. If in doubt, go back to the second point. Please.
- Don’t
hesitate to talk to people, ask for help. I don’t know what we would have done
without the help of our doctor-friends who kept untiringly offering guidance,
friends who dropped off food and medicines at our doorstep, neighbours who
offered us food and did not shun us and our families who more than made up
their lack of presence by offering constant cheer and moral support.
- Fill
every inch of your life with gratitude, without which it would have been
impossible for us to get through this difficult time.
