This post is a continuation of Part 2 of this blog series.
Day 3 and 4 at Quarantine Center
Every morning, there were people discharged from the quarantine center, and then in the evening, a new group of people got admitted. I remember there’s a guy around 25yo, big-size, and wore a spectacle. He looks terrible and tired when he got in. We exchanged words when he was looking for his bed. I nicknamed him Mr. Griffin (the fat dude from Family Guy).
My daily routine started to kills me, perhaps I’ve been reading my book too fast. It’s almost 50% read on Day 3. While I was chatting with Mr. Wong, he shared this article with me – “Reverse Engineering the source code of the BioNTech/Pfizer SARS-CoV-2 Vaccine”. At first, the article is not easy to digest, it only gets interesting when it talks about comparing the sequence of RNA code between the virus and the vaccine. Imagine all of us were just made up of A, C, G, and U/T.
On Day 4, I’ve started to miss home-cooked foods. Nonetheless, my tolerance limit of not-so-tasty foods was quite high. I’ve also checked out the snack vending machines, but nothing seems appealing. The only thing I had on mind for a moment, was pisang goreng! If permitted, add-on that with a really good teh tarik would be just nice. There was actually a WhatsApp group chat for everyone staying here, to get updates from administrators working in the office. I tried requesting for the pisang goreng delivery, but nobody reply.
Day 5 to 7 at Quarantine Center
There’s one particular morning, when I went for the usual medical assessment, my SpO2 reading was at 90%. The lady nurse was looking at me, then asked whether I’m feeling OK. I told her I’m good and asked her to try my other finger. It was 91% this time. I was feeling a bit nervous then, I took the oximeter and put it on my original finger again (making sure it fits well). Now it shows 96%. Sometimes there’s false positive reading on medical equipment too.
Remember Mr. Griffin the big-sized guy? His medical assessment was not good. Later in the afternoon, he was transferred to a hospital. Heard from the lady nurse that his condition worsen, and need to get immediate treatment. Hope he gets through the storm safely.
I lose track of the day’s count after some time. While it’s a tough experience to go through, I was quite thankful for a few friends (and family of course) that mentally supported me. We were chatting about my conditions, supplements, sharing tips, experience, whatever. Sometimes you don’t realize that a small gesture, words of support and encouragement, actually helps to brighten someone’s day.
One thing I told my wife when we had a call one night, was the toilet here doesn’t stink. As a matter of fact, I was having anosmia due to the virus, which “save” me from the unpleasant smells. Despite that, I noticed the authority cleaned the lavatories daily, so it’s not that bad actually. There’s also a small open space where you could get some sunshine (Vitamin D) during the day.
The Aftermath
My last day at LRQC was a short one. I took my breakfast and packed my stuff. Waited not long to get my discharge letter and wrist band removed. Since there’s no transport arranged, I took an e-hailing ride back home to reunite with my family.
Fast forward to a few weeks after I recovered. One particular morning when I decided to brew a good cup of coffee; just when I finished the first sip, immediately I threw up everything. The taste of my favorite coffee was disgusting. At first, I thought the coffee beans went bad, but when I checked, it’s properly sealed with expiry date months away.
The issue I’m experiencing is called olfactory dysfunction, or in medical terms parosmia. Basically, foods or drinks don’t smell or taste as they should. Many online articles explained this problem, just to name a few:
While the aftermath of my Covid-19 experience is still manageable, things are slowly getting back to the norms. Vaccination rate catching up in the country; inter-states border opening up in phases; restaurant dine-in restriction lifted; even road traffic is starting to return to pre-pandemic congestion, which I don’t miss at all. Anyway, I hope everybody continues to stay safe and healthy. Signing off this chapter.
This is a remarkable write-up of your Covid-19 positive experience. We were having sleepless nights after hearing the bad news of your whole family caught up with the virus. All kinds of horrible thoughts just kept us awake night after night. I kneel down in front of Lord Buddha every night praying for your recovery even until now. Thank you, Lord Buddha, for answering my prayers and you all are safe and sound. Please continue to do good to the misfortune and that the Gama in return.