Did I truly become a Covid-19 warrior?
Honestly, I don’t think so.
I contracted Covid-19 a week back. We’re already in October of the year that shall not be named! (2020 is cancelled in my head).
Sudden fever, excruciating body and guilt. Guilt because it’s bad enough that you have contracted it, but you pass it on to people who matter the most to you. Your family, your friends, your old parents. Undoubtedly, one of the most irritating feeling in the world you will face along with isolation.
A big thank you to the universe for giving me a privileged life - quick turnaround by doctors - medical help was not an issue for me, house-helps to run errands - they helped us get all covid essentials - to the point that they help me discard the garbage as well (which is not the easiest task to carry on). To top it all, an extremely loving and caring family - who never fail to check on me and have been sending sumptuous food for the past week.
I feel perfectly okay now. Hale and Hearty. Fit as a fiddle. This is within a week of contracting the virus.
The only war I have fought is the war with my mind. It is excruciatingly harassing. Fear translates into boredom and boredom into self-doubt and eventually a feeling of falling into a deep spiral. There’s no way out of that.
I still have another week to go.
Let’s see if I can call myself a Covid warrior or do I become just another number in the surmounting no.of cases.
