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Jun,04-2020 22:54:40
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The following is a real life experiece of a Kenyan diagnozed with the Covid-19 virus in Lowell, Massachusetts. Normally it is the chief nurse assistant to my doctor who would call if some medical information were to be relayed but when I picked up my phone, it was the all too familiar voice of my doctor was on the other end. He started with greetings calling me by name. His second sentence told it all without mentioning it. Don't worry it is not a one way out of this world. He continued talking but that is all what I could comprehend. My test results were out and they weren't favorable. Hard liquor is never my drink of choice but on the 2nd night of lockdown, I had no choice than to take shot or two of it after supper. Come morning and I had a little trouble getting of bed. With life at standstill nationwide and stay home recommendations in place, I had no trouble extending my stay in bed. Late in the afternoon I was still lazily tussling in bed with some mild body aches and lazy legs. With not enough experience in hangovers after a night of hard liquor, I attributed all my troubles to the harmless drink. Come sunset and I was still not sober. I wondered why do people drink this stuff? Next morning, hangovers weren't gone instead they had gotten worse. I dragged myself out of bed and treated myself to a hot shower that relaxed me enough to stay out of bed. I spent the day cursing the drink, while watching TV full of Covid 19 stories. Little did I know that, that was just the tip of an iceberg. On the 3rd day since the drink my body aches had been joined by joint aches prompting me to call my doctor. I was informed that visits to doctor's office have been replaced by telemedicine, and that the doctor would call me back in two hours. After a series of questions, the doctor advised me to take the test to rule it out. Full of anxiety I drove to the testing location where i was met by mean looking security officers. Passed the security the mood was sober and very cold despite the warm temperature. A minute felt like eternity. I proceeded to the tent where nurses dressed a little like NASA Astronauts, shoved a long cotton swab deep down my nose. I was told to go straight home and wait for a call from my doctor. The journey home was more of a flow than a drive. A hundred and one thoughts were not lingering in my head, that I didn’t see nor do I remember much that happened between the testing locations to my house. The first thing I did was switch off the TV and lay on the couch amid placid thoughts. True you may quarantine yourself from the outside world, but how do you quarantine from your family if you live in a standard two-bedroom apartment? How do you explain to your young children that they can't come to your room, you can't help them with their assignments. Desperate situations call for desperate measures. My wife and I agreed that I would practically be locked in our bedroom and she would be the only access to the any item outside that room. Answering to a call of nature required special arrangement. For those here in the Diaspora or in the motherland who are saying that Coronavirus is a made up ploy for political purposes, you do not have to be infected to go through what I went through to believe, but if you do, the reality, pain, loneliness and despair in life is just about to begin.... TO BE CONTINUED-- STAY TUNED | |||||||||
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Source:
AJABU AFRICA NEWS
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