We literally just got out of COVID.
I was COVID positive on last Friday morning 25th July, after waking up feeling super fluey. I was thinking of just not going anywhere that day, and over text, my mother suggested taking a COVID test. I did, and found out I was positive.
I went to the doctors, and got myself some meds and a medical certificate, giving me a “break”. But I got back home, and was put into isolation in the apartment’s master bedroom.
Allison was sent off to the grandparents, and Clarice was in charge of taking care of me for that day. Later Allison came back and Clarice took the night shifts for her then onwards. She also had to manage my meals, but I was literally asleep most of the time, just trying to be alive.
By Sunday night, I was still fluey, but feeling slightly better. On Monday morning, I took another test to see where I was at, and I was still positive. But Clarice took a test, and she was positive too. But because my line was a lot lighter than hers, she went into isolation, and I got out. Instead, I had to bring Allison down, and she stayed with my parents for a night, while both Clarice and I tried to stay alive. I had not ordered Grab that many times in a day before.
By Tuesday morning, I was negative, and immediately I started to wash everything down, to prepare for Allison coming back. She came back, and my parents took a break for a day. So I managed Allison, Clarice and myself. Another day of Grab, but I actually walked out to get some groceries with Allison. I thought getting some sunlight would be a good thing, and proved to be true.
Wednesday came and my parents came to assist, but it was me taking care of Clarice for another day.
Thursday came, and Clarice’s line was the faint one now. My parents took Allison again for the day, but by night fall, Clarice was clear. We still slept separately, but at least this time, Clarice took the night shift with me.
And now, Friday Morning, 1st August, Clarice was negative too. So we tidied everything up, took care of baby by ourselves, and cleaned the house.
While I was busy trying to survive, there were so many creative ideas flying in my face. I had zine ideas, thoughts, dreams, everything. As soon as Clarice was okay, and we washed everything out, I was just sitting at the table doing nothing, or just doomscrolling again. It’s crazy how having an extremely stressful and tense time gave me so much creative energy, and when I was free again, I lost it.
It’s something I won’t really understand about my human nature, but it’s there, and it’s weird.
I’ll do my best to catch those dreams again, and to make them in the time when I’m actually free.
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