Isolation part 2

 I apologize for my last post. It was the after effect of shock - "Isolation Again?!" - DUH?! And peppered with disbelief - "Duwa pa lang gani ka-weeks back to work!". Fever started when I got to bed after a late night of consolidating uniform orders – a thankless job I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I knew I was tired but as soon as I hit the bed at midnight, felt the chills which I covered with a blanket and I wondered if it was normal. Then felt everything painful like it’s all been hidden in a fog of exhaustion that cleared up suddenly. I’ve been in bed for two days. Minimum movement – bathroom, meals, move the laptop. Did make an effort to look decent for my online consult with my pulmo doctor. I kept my humor but it was turning dark which explained the dark post. I hate being sick. I hate headaches the most.

I can’t explain the human body – it’s a moving fragile miracle. I do remember being in awe of how brilliantly God is in putting it all together in a Nat Sci course in San Agustin. Limbaga?- I think was the professor’s name. She explained the functions of the human systems in the course. But she did kick me out of class once. We had exams that day and she postponed it coz she thought we needed one last lecture. I asked to be excused coz I has a headache. She insisted I needed the lecture, got mad, gave me a lecture instead then kicked me out. I got the highest score in the exam. And it was not because I was smart. It was because she was a good teacher. Now I wish I’d told her that.

Anyway, I’m not naturally spontaneous nor patient and I suck at anything medical. I learned to be a bit spontaneous from my deranged family who roll with the punches. I learned PATIENCE in church and government work (no explanation needed – so DO VOTE WISELY PLEASE!). My sisters are the medics. I can’t remember when to take my meds or what they’re called (which explains the “cacophony” Atty. E) – they all sound foreign to me. Illness is a setback that brings out the whiny bitch in me. It’s not planned, takes a while to fester and I can’t explain why the body malfunctions. I work better with a plan, a logical purpose that has nothing to do with body fluids.

So yesterday’s post was me embracing the yin to get to the yang. We tend to skip publishing the dark part and show only happy days. Not for me. Folks, that why we study history (BIG political insinuation here!) – so we don’t forget. We need to see the dark to get to the light coz dark is just the absence of light. Which brings me to the mood today … I woke up … and I made a list. My WaWADuDo list. A sense of purpose that is planned, logical and might need a bit of body fluids that I can cope with. So I’ll be alright. Thanks for prayers, well-wishes, advises and the promise of food (hint hint). While people like me do not thrive in captivity, the Beatles say it wisely, “I’ll get by with a little help from my friends.” Salamat gid sa light. #quarantineblues

2nd Isolation

So back in isolation again. No known exposure, But nag-level-up ang symptoms. Fever, chills, head and body aches, sore throat and cough. Consulted 3 doctors, hoping one of them will say it's just flu. But they needed to rule out Covid first before anything else. Otherwise, I can't get an x-ray or whatever test I need to find out what caused the fever. I have a cacophony of meds now. Kay nag-level up man ang symptoms. So I need to be swabbed again. And I need to pee in a cup to narrow down the possibilities.

I'm not really complaining. Not really. But this isolation thing is growing old quite quickly. I need to work on my PC. The laptop doesn't have the space or the data I need. And the headaches make it hard to concentrate so I take breaks now. Me, on a break?! In the middle of learning MySQL Workbench which I find sooo fascinating. Because I need to beat a deadline. It's absurd.

Wasn't able to bring a single pencil this time so I can't sketch. I've finished all the Avenger movies (24 of them) in my last isolation gig plus I don't think the headaches will allow me to concentrate on any movie. 

This is me feeling helpless. And me angry at the idiot in China who allowed this virus to spread. Because it killed my friends. Because it ruined businesses. Because it starved a lot of people and put too much stress on others who have to take care of others. Because I can't hug the people I love when they need it, when I need it. 

Maybe it's just lack of exercise. The headcahes prevent that. Maybe it's just lack of endorphins. Or maybe I should think of Captain America and say, "I could do this all day" and hit this dark bastard with Thor's hammer.

If there's anything good out of this, I learned what an oxymeter measures, and how to take BP with a digital blood pressure monitor without stopping blood circulation in my arm. Took me three tries.

Do I pray? I do. But God has enough on his hands and probably knows what I ask before I think it. And I have a multitude of friends and relatives  who do pray so I'm imagining the heavens are being stormed by requests right now. - the same one - "Stop na please!" Plus my brother's a priest- not that I'm using my connections to get ahead of anyone here - hehe. Okay, need to rest my eyes and my head. Until my next rant. #quarantineblues