A Risky Quarantine (posted on May 31)
My name is David/Gustavo and I thought I was going to be alright but I felt the worst. Let’s just say that right now, I survived and then I felt something scary will happen to me.
The story begins In the ending week of April, when I was feeling good in quarantine. #covid19
In the mid-final week of April, I was chilling in the two-screen set of my computer. I feel kind of good for finishing my first year semesters of my college’s animation program, even though it has been a rocky road. I tend to do a 2D animated cartoon for my friend form overseas.
I have been storyboarding for half a week, then I started to animate in 2D animation, which took me a long time to animate. In the end of the final week, I was in the computer late for finishing the animation, then felt a harsh headache that cause me to suffer.
My mom witnessed me feeling awful, she stated that I have a fever. She putted a wet cold towel on my forehead. I was on my bed, unable to sleep well and never had a dream. Just my eyes closed and my mouth and nose breathing rapidly. I was scared and hoped it’s not the virus.
It’s hard for to sleep from the mid night (2 or 3 am) to the earliest morning (6:00 am). Then I felt a good sleep and then I work up in a late morning. Then I felt some little shortness of breath but I was talking normal. Later on my dad got a call from the doctor.
My dad previously took the covid test to see if he had the virus or not. My sisters told me that if my dad’s tested positive, we have the sign of the virus. If it tested negative, we are safe from the virus. After the call from the doctor, my dad told us that we have the virus.
My dad got it by accident at his construction work. I’m worried and felt bad about my dad, my family and myself. Later I was in my room feel sad about it and I got very depressed, thinking that I’m going to die. It’s not fair for me and my family to go through this.
I was in tears for having the virus. But, My mom told me that we’re gonna be okay, because we ate healthy foods, drink mounts of water and gatorade, stayed home and rest. We even ate a spoon of a blended vegetable medicine my mom made. It’s got the best to eat it and swallow.
In the beginning of May, me, my mom, my two sisters, and my cousin went to the hospital to do the covid test. To do the test is to put a stick up our noses. It feels painful but it’s best to do the test. Before the test, I asked the nurse something about why I’m breath shorty.
The nurse said that my breathing is fine because my talking feels fine to hear. I don’t understand how. After we took the test. We tend to get masks and instructions on social distance and quarantine. We were in our own rooms according and always 6 feet apart. It feels okay.
My mother got a call from the nurse that we are tested positive and we got 14 days to stay home. She was told that our immune system is going well and we are staying healthy, it will cause the covid to go away. The nurse told my mom that we will be free after 14 days.
I was praying to God that we won’t die by the cause of the Coronavirus. I was scared about the virus because I herd about what happen to our world. I was crying about that there’s so much more I want to do in my life but I believed that I had a good long run in my life.
In my whole life: - doodling on what I see on TV, watching cartoons, making friends, making movies for fun (I’ll tell you that story later), Going to high school, loving my family. learning art, learning to make characters and stories, and studying art and animation.
At night time and every night time I was very scared of going to sleep. I thinked or felt that if I sleep with my shortness of breath, I might die with the virus inside me. I’m scared of dying. I see images on the internet about how the virus effect the lungs and how it sounds.
I felt sleepy and went to sleep. Then I wake up and I miss my morning. I feel alright that I took a long sleep. But I feel scared about that what if I die by the virus in my next bed time. But it didn’t happen. I sleep and woke up from sleep all the time.
Few days later, I told my friends on the phone about happen to me and I told them that “Incase that I’m going to die, I wanted to thank you all for being my friend.” I was in tears for saying that. They told me that I’m going to be okay. I feel secured by family n’ friends.
After 14 days, I was in the phone with the nurse and she told me the only good news. The good and only news is that I am free from the Coronavirus. All thanks to quarantine. That good news of being free from the virus also happened to my sisters, my father, and my mother.
My dad was free from the virus first before we did, and he went back to construction work now. Good for my dad. My cousin took the test and he’s was negative the whole time because he was self isolated in his room a lot.
I hope to God that the virus will never happen to us again. After feeling good about being in quarantine, there is one thing that got me worrying - my shortness of breath. I was talking normal but with that feeling in my throat. Then I felt another feeling.
I felt stings and growling in my organs/mid part of my belly. I felt sadly concerned about these symptoms. I panicked so much. I hear each of my family members’ breathing sounds and mine sounded silent. I felt that my breathing is shrinking slowly. It’s happening in another week.
Thursday, I got so worried about my health, so I asked my mother if we can call the doctor about this and then we go to the emergency hospital for me to take the test again and x-ray to see if my lungs and heart by the virus or not. My mom called our family doctor.
My family doc talked to my mom on the phone and the doc said to me that I’m still cured and I’m a good fighter against it. Then me and my mom went to the a big and different hospital for an appointment with another test. I explained to the doctor what is happening to my health.
We took the test by the sticks in our noses again and then we took the X-ray test to see if we were healthy or not. I saw the X-Ray of my lungs and heart. The heart was hard to see. I see my lungs within faded white lines. After that, me and my mom waited in the halls.
The doctors told us the good news that we were clear from the virus. The good news happened to us again, me and my mother tend to go home. It feels good to go have a check on our healths again, even though my sisters said that I was overreacting, but no.
I took a shower and ready for a nap, peacefully. But on next day later, I felt the same before I went to the hospital for a second check. I’m was still afraid of going to sleep. Then I woke up and I’m still alive. But I felt of losing oxygen.
I still don’t understand, even I was told by the nurse and doctors that I’m free from the covid. I’ll see how life will be for me.
Today is August 27th and I am still alive.
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