Sharks of Time...

After two successful seasons of Covid, The third is on its way to success... You know what I mean...

While I had been able to dodge it twice, I failed this time around.. The mutations have made it more accessible and less effective I guess.

So I am in isolation and after wearing my body down for a couple of days, it started retreating with its properties just like the Pakistan army.

Thanks to the good hot food made my mom in law, the ever supporting efforts from hubby and advice by Chetan, I'd soon join them outside this room.

What did I do these 7 days? Day 1, 2 and 3 was more breakfast, medicine, steam, sleep, lunch, medicine, steam, sleep, dinner, medicine, steam, sleep; I lost track of time. Was it dawn or dusk, when hubby was coming home and when Cherith's class was getting over, I knew nothing.

I started getting better after day 4, still with mild fever and cough but I could be up for major part of the day. That is when movies and ott took over the steam and sleep portion. I also started reading but I couldn't focus after a few lines.

Then came the weekend curfew and I could hear Cherith, hubby and mummy talking, snacking, laughing, watching TV together.

Each passing minute seemed like The Sharks of Time trying to bite into my head and break me as I sat alone in this dungeon waiting to get out. I stared at the phone, my thumb would pain while scrolling through news, ads, posts, videos and movie choices and I could chose none.

I waited for the night thinking I would sleep and it would be another day in a few hours but the nights weren't less cruel either. I tumbled in bed on few nights and had nightmares on few others.

Day 6 was when I determined to stay away from screen and hence finished the book I started. And today is day 7 and I am already having new ideas for writing.

In all of this. I did not forget a few things that we all otherwise omit when we are unwell.. I prayed everyday after waking up and before sleeping. Expressing gratitude is a great attitude.

I did a little exercise everyday. Whatever my body permitted - a little stretching, few hand rotations, half squats, neck rotations. Intense exercise is not important, moving your body is.

I ate. I swear to anything you say, it was not easy as I could not swallow initially because of a sore throat but I did because I had to get better. I could not let some virus break me down. I had to restore my energy to bring the virus down.

Hygiene. I did not miss brushing twice a day, bathing, washing used clothes, cleaning the room or keeping myself tidy. I confess I had to pull myself out of bed a few times but hygiene is something I could not give up on.

I reckoned the times when Cherith was younger and used to be unwell too often. I made sure everything around him was clean. When I could do it for him, I could sure do a teeny weeny bit for myself too.

I agree many have lost their lives to the virus, many have been hospitalized and as I write this there are lakhs suffering. I am only heartily grateful for being in a better physical and emotional condition. Its because of all the love and prayers that have been with me throughout.

I extend my prayers to those who need the strength and wish for others to be safe. Let's all just remember that we as humans have outgrown and overcome many obstacles and we can win over this one too someday.

Also, its one precious life we have and being grateful, kind, helpful and empathetic are attributes bestowed upon us inherently. Let's keep them alive...

CHEERS!

GOD BLESS!!

CHS