Sometimes around more than a year ago today, majority part of the world population went into lockdown as a result of a dangerous virus called Covid-19, and today, the rest is history. As for me, around this time last year, I was admitted to the hospital, in fear and not ready for the worst, the now famous C word.
No one knew exactly, what is it that I was having, and it doesn't help that it was the beginning of the grim year we all knew by now, the surgent of Covid-19 that literally made the world stop. The first guess was Pneumonia, except that I didn’t crossed as much boxes for certainty. I was seen by two doctors in the same night, although unsure, it leaned more towards Pneumonia. I was admitted, as they cannot confirmed it was Pneumonia, as the test came back “weak”. More tests needed, the swab test being one of them, well actually, two of them, both during my admission.
I had two different nurses did the swab test on me, and both of them told me two different “hows” to do it. A year ago, the results were only ready within 24 hours, unlike today, the results are ready almost immediately. And until the result is out, I was isolated, being placed in another ward, away from everyone else. Some of the staff refuse to come in, and whoever does, were always wearing masks. Weirdly, I noticed they only wear it when they enter my room. And yet, NOBODY told me anything, until the day I was discharged. On the day, the doctor confirmed I was admitted due to the test that cannot tell what I have for sure, and yet according to him, both tests for Covid-19 turned out negative, hence the decision to discharged me.
I just hate being in there, the white dim light, no entertainment (we’re patient, not prisoner!), canteen food (to be fair, they’re not bad at all), keep waiting for the time to pass, watching the day turns dark, and you’re still there on the same bed, feeling hapless, trying to shake it out. Every time the antibiotic kicked in, I feel my whole body trembled in pain, fighting to hold back the tears and frustrations. I missed home everyday, that I never felt so sad and weak. I missed my family. I missed my bed. I was so happy when its finally home time.
Looking back… A LOT more has happened since.
In fact, TOO MANY MORE.
One year on.. Where were you?
xkepochi
