Quarantine Series # 14 days Series# Day 4

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Quarantine Series # 14 days Series# Day 4

P. S. This write up is dedicated to all the health care professionals, all persons who are covid positive and symptomatic. Once the symptoms appear and your covid testing confirms the same, the period of treatment and isolation seems like eternity. With this day wise write it is my endeavour to alleviate the pain. This is from the time of covid testing onwards.


Human beings are so clever that they calibrated moments into seconds, minutes hours, days, weeks, months and years. After every six days, a Sunday- day of sun/day to relax was named. Little did this being know that the creator of this universe had set everything in a continuous motion and there was no moment to rest. Surprised!

Well my context here is very clear, I am talking about a person who is not well. Human body as we all are aware is a 24x7 working machine with no pause (Prayers if there is a pause!). Lucky ones enjoy Sunday for others it,s like just another day. Like Shakespeare wrote , “ What,s in a name ? “It holds true in most of the cases. Sunday can be any other day , at times its akin to a busy working Monday ( for medical professionals). Human body doesn,t take a day off, rather works continuously to make the body diseasefree.

One feels settled on day four and the isolation room starts giving a homely feel. The bed, staff and doctors are your new friends who work day in and day out to ensure you leave this place at the earliest. The intra-venous canula seems like a buddy which carries all the medication through it. The beeping monitors give you company in this emptiness and medicines taste like prasadam. To keep the canula patent is one,s priority. The skin starts seeking for soothing creams and your lips also yearn for moisturizer/lip balm.

There is a tilt in thoughts towards the positive side as one gets acclimatized to this new environment. Everyone has read and remembers “Survival of the fittest theory” by Charles Darwin. This is incomplete! Another theory which holds true in current times is  “It is not the strongest of the species that survives nor the most intelligent, but the most responsive to change .” Charles Darwin, 1809.

 The only thing constant in this world is ‘change”. Day 4 heralds a change in thought process slowly as the effect of medicine starts showing and finally one feels one is on the path of recovery. Your family also gets used to this temporary change. All the cobwebs of doubts are brushed off. This day appears to have gone by at a better pace. Few days to go, before you will be back in your seat of action. Till then, tighten your seatbelt, adjust your seat and get going. Self muse these lyrics of the famous song -A new day has come by Celine Dion, 

“I was waiting for so long, for a miracle to come,

Everyone told me to be strong, hold on and don,t shed a tear,

Through the darkness and good times, I knew I,d make it through

And the world thought I had it all….

A new day has come! A new day …..

Love,

Juju


Comments

Daisy said…
So, finally light filtering in from the other end of this tunnel. And yes, very well said. More than survival of the fittest, it the survival of those who adapt and change.
June 15, 2020 at 12:38 PM
Neetu said…
Undoubtedly for miracles to come we must be positive and responsive to change!!
A writing facing the sun !!!
June 15, 2020 at 4:45 PM
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