Sunday, 26th of September. It's officially a month of my unexpected, slash extended vacation. How swift time runs. I always find it hard to catch up.
I still could not believe that I was not at work in almost the whole of September. I was at home, and the past four weeks were a roller coaster of emotions, but a bundle of memories I'll surely remember.
Week one was the most difficult one. It was a mixed emotion of fear, worries, and a bit of relief, among others. First two days were sht. I had colds that made my sleep time stressful. It's worse when it's cold, because I had to have tissues beside me, colds were worse when cold, because, duh? The cough was easier to handle but is also bothersome in its own way. It is hard to cough because in one second, all eyes are on you. Moreover, it's really annoying to feel something in my throat that I could not, for the love of cookies and ice cream, spit out. First night was just me suddenly waking up at 2 or 3 a.m. feeling cold asf. I did my best to sleep again while covering my crumpled self in my thick blanket that seemed not so useful that very moment.
From the second day on, I moved to our mini-hut (kubo) for self-quarantine. Colds and cough persisted, along with an itchy throat. I gradually lost my sense of taste and smell on the succeeding days.
These days were full of anxiety, because I was dealing not just with myself, but also with the clashing reactions and suggestions of the people and forces around me. I made lots of efforts to make these sides meet halfway, and that alone was exhausting. I could not cheer up because I am always cautious of my decisions. Indecisive people will surely relate to me with this.
Week two was when things started getting fine. No colds nor cough that time, only the loss of taste and smell remained. And the one that I told you, the swelling of my lymph nodes, especially the painful lump on the left part of my neck that made me suffer after the symptoms that went away.
In these two weeks, the family, especially mom, were the best support system to me. I was given the healthy foods, herbal drinks and supplements, steam inhalations and other treatments, as well as emotional and spiritual assistance that I need. Moreover, I also made sure to take care of myself well, because all I had was the desire to get well as soon as possible.
I have shared some of the events of my two week isolation period in my Fourteen series. You are very free to read them all, and still let me know your thoughts about it.
The 14 day quarantine went well, and so I prepared to go back to work. One of the needed processes was the swab test. Here we are, the moment of truth. I disagreed to be tested on the beginning of the first week, as it was the decision when I discussed with the family. So, I was doing it after the quarantine period.
I was confident I'd be negative because I got better soon. But sometimes, odds just don't want to be in my favor. After two or three days, I was informed the positive result. Was I heartbroken? Worried? Sad?
The answer to all is, not really. It's not because I was happy I got the virus. It's due to my advanced mindset. While waiting for the result, I have conditioned myself to remain optimistic whatever the outcome maybe. I have expected to get a negative result, yet, I also anticipated for the worst.
If it's negative, thanks God. If positive, it's still thanks God. That would mean fourteen days more of rest, and the fact that I know I feel I'm in a good condition despite contacting the virus.
The second set of the quarantine period was nothing more than an extended vacation. Because I am feeling well, and fully-recovered. Let's just say I am very okay, but the RT-PCR test wanted to prove otherwose LOL. I won. Because to my family and to me, it's okay to have the virus, as long as I am not havinf the severe symptoms, rather than being virus-free, but feeling ill. What do you think?
Now that this so called unpaid "vacation" is over, I now can't stop thinking of the week to come. I am working again. What are the things and events I'd face after a month? What would be the reactions of the people that did my job for me temporarily? Are they secretly mad? I am actually anxious to meet all of them again. Goodness. My imagination is working so hard right now. I am a master in creating scenarios of what they'd secretly think of me, during and after this quarantine of mine. The best case scenario though, hopefully, is that they would not care, nor mind. Hopefully, it's the latter.
Since I am still fixing and getting some docs before I get back, I think I'd be back on Tuesday to work. I am really nervous. Please pray for me. Thank you in advance.
Happy Sunday everyone!
Today is the last Sunday of the month, and so is my quarantine slash self-declared vacation LOL. This will surely be the most memorable September ever! Imagine celebrating my birthday in quarantine? Nice!
The night's getting deeper, but I planned on staying late. Gosh, this is really gonna be the last night I am sleeping late, because I am working again! Wish me luck!
This has been my life update blog for this day. Until next time, darlings! Godspeed. ♥️
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Published 09/26/21
Were on the same boat actually..... today was my last day of quarantine after 28 days of quarantine period... thanks God you are doing well now.