It’s been a while and I’m about to explain. It’s been a lot.
First of all, I moved to my new beautiful big apartment and I’ll tell you all about it soon. Now I have plenty of time to enjoy it since I’m once again in a covid quarantine.
But let’s take it from the beginning.
February is my covid month it seems. I caught my first exactly one year ago and as always I shared everything with you in my:
Last year I was finishing my covid quarantine these days. This year I caught another one these days.
It came out of a sudden.
Plenty of places I could have got it- work, gym, shopping, or wherever, it doesn’t really matter now.
One day I was bitching at work for being too cold. The next morning I was out.
My whole body hurt, I was coughing, felt feverish but my temperature was normal at that time. That was exactly one week ago. I went home, took some medication, and slept the whole day and the next day as well.
Honestly, not once did it occur to me that it could be covid. Cuz you know, I’m vaccinated and I already had my time with covid and I thought that was it. Well, it wasn’t.
I kept doing a covid rapid test out of habit cuz we have to for work and just to somehow exclude covid and not to confirm it.
It was 24.2.22 a date that will be forever remembered in history as the day Russia attacked Ukraine.
How crazy it is that I’m having a covid, a virus that caused a global pandemic that has been going on for the third year now, a once-in-a-lifetime occurrent whilst witnessing a literal war, another once in lifetime occurrent at my literal borders?
I’m scared as fuck I’m not gonna lie. It’s surreal, absurd and I can’t even wrap my mind around it.
The reason it feels so personal even though I’m not actually the one fighting for my life is the close proximity. My home is literally a couple of minutes drive away from a bombing. War refugees are running to safety through my hometown.
And the most absurd thing is the pro-Russian and anti-American, cuz for some reason that’s apparently relevant in Russia-Ukraine attack, opinions my family has. I’ve spent countless hours arguing with friends and family with opposite opinions on war cuz this is where we are now.
“I’m against the war BUT…” nope. No. There is no BUT. End of sentence.
So my last bit of energy I had left was spent on pointless arguments with propaganda-washed brains and just watching the fall of humanity live on my phone.
Friday morning I had my PCR test but even before it I was doing rapid tests out of habit and a little bit of curiosity. I was still feeling miserable but who knows if it’s just flu, cold, covid, or just the general end of the world reaction.
The test came out positive and the long hours of birocratic bullshit began.
I was tired, cold, hot, feverish, coughing like crazy and I spend 4 hours either on a phone with doctors or at a PCR test clinic for confirmation and trying to figure out paperwork. All whilst getting regular updates on what places in Ukraine was just blown up and the deaths amount.
What a time to be alive.
The course of my second covid was quite quick.
I had like 2-3 bad days before being diagnosed and then like 2-3 quite unpleasant but not all that bad days after that day. Now I’m still in quarantine that’s for 7 days with occasional cough and blocked nose but that’s literally nothing in comparison with what’s really bothering me and occupying most of my thoughts there days. War.
Another reason why it feels so personal is that all of us know some Ukrainian people. I still can’t wrap my mind around it and new terrible news keeps coming like every 30 minutes these days.
I feel like I’ve aged 20 years since last week.
From a personal experience, I would not recommend covid in war times.
This amazing social media time is awesome cuz you can see everything that’s going on live every minute of the day. But also you can see everything that’s going on live every minute and sometimes you just can’t look away.
With nothing to occupy my mind besides you know, literally the destruction of a country this covid, I spend my quarantine just sleeping a lot, watching and rewatching the same shows again and again and cooking and eating.
Not ideal for my mental health but here we are.