Nandini Paul is a 12 year old writer living in India. Over the past two weeks, she has contracted the new strain of the virus and has been quarantined at home in Delhi. She has asked if she could write a guest blog for us to reflect on her journey with Covid-19.
Having Coronavirus isn’t fun.
I, unfortunately, have been affected by it and I am still suffering from it, so I decided to write my experiences down so that other people could see what it’s like living life in one room while being sick.
It all started earlier this year. My family was Covid fatigued, after almost a year of lockdown so my father, my uncle, and one of their friends decided to take their families on a little vacation to Goa. Although it was a great change and an amazing trip, we had no idea what lie in wait for us when we got home.
As it always turns out, after a vacation, your energy, enthusiasm, excitement (purpose of life), goes in a different direction. The day after we landed in Delhi, we were all, needless to say, experiencing extreme fatigue. The day went by in unpacking and finishing my backlog of school assignments. I did feel very low on energy but as it so happens in India, we all are medical experts, so the conclusion drawn was, an overdose of swimming, sun, humidity, and of course food (gluttony was at its peak).
The second day was a little better, I slept well, so the energy level had risen considerably. I had finished most of my school work and life was good except that I was sneezing like an old LP record stuck somewhere between the beat and the next verse. My mother took charge and gave me all the possible home remedies for a flu. Little did she know that it was just the beginning. I watched, “Clear and Present Danger” with my father and didn’t have the slightest inkling that the title of the movie was telling me something.
The next day was when alarms went off when my father’s friend’s wife texted that she had tested positive for Covid-19.
Our reports came in the next day and I was detected with Covid. My parents being them, disclosed it to me in the most supportive manner as they could. Till then, I was not having any major symptoms apart from a clogged nose. After, exchanging a few phone calls with family and doctors, I was put on medication for 3 days as I had mild symptoms but had to double up my dose of Vitamin C and Zinc.
The next day, my throat hurt a little and I was beginning to lose my sense of smell and taste. Smell, I thought was because of the cold and taste I thought was because of the scrumptious crabs and lobsters I had in Goa and that my mother’s food was tasting bland. She cooks well though (she will read this article sooner or later)!
But it went from blank to completely no taste at all. I started experiencing extreme nausea and dizziness. I wanted to throw up but couldn’t.
These apparently were the new symptoms of the mutated (cursed)virus.
Living in my room hasn’t been the worst of experiences, but I do miss stepping out of my room and talking and seeing my parents often.
It is way tougher than you think it is. Under any given circumstances, I would be throwing tantrums or act as if its life-shattering if my ‘Gadget Time ‘ was over and it was politely taken away by my mother but here, I could go on a binge but ironically and sadly, I didn’t have the energy to make the most of it.
I would start feeling nauseous. I would rest and lie down. Pick myself again after the feeling faded. My mother would keep bringing in immunity boosters or some concoctions (which, I can vouch are the most disgusting things on this planet).
The 4th day was way better. I had the energy to attend my online school but in between felt nauseated, so had my parents send a mail to excuse me for the rest of the classes. I took a nap and felt better. I don’t know if nausea came back because of the school assignments or the virus actually was running its course. I asked for extensions for the tasks to be submitted and my teachers generously granted me. I am still struggling to cope up with all the backlog and doing it bit by bit.
My mother always says, “practice the pause.”
So, that’s exactly what I am doing.
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