Last Wednesday at a meeting, it appears there was someone who tested positive for the coronavirus.
As a result, by Saturday, my family member and some young individuals were infected with COVID-19.
I was alone at the office on both Saturday and Sunday working on documents, and then I fell ill suddenly in the middle of Sunday night.
I had a high fever, an excruciating headache, sore throat, earache, muscle stiffness, and an overall sense of fatigue and exhaustion.
On Monday, I visited a fever clinic. The coronavirus has taken the lives of so many. Thanks to those who lost their lives, the development of medicines has now progressed.
The agonizing headache I had has dramatically improved. I've been told to recover at home for a week.
I deeply reflect on how much the early COVID-19 patients must have struggled. Without the availability of medications, waiting at home
would have been anxiety-inducing, uncertain about how our health might deteriorate.
This virus is not to be underestimated given its infectious nature. Our eldest son, who wore a mask and took care of us, has fallen ill too.
He has a fever of 38.5°C, and he plans to visit the fever clinic soon.
Our home feels like an isolated island, but we intend to cope with the situation using the internet and services like Uber.
My family, having to cancel a week's worth of plans, has inadvertently inconvenienced many. I too have cancelled all of my plans.
Right now, thanks to the medication, I'm feeling relatively well, which is why I'm writing this blog post. However, my health is fluctuating,
so I intend to rest and recover.
I have a mild fever of 37.5°C, and I noticed that when my temperature rises, my oxygen saturation drops below 95%. The infectious nature
of the coronavirus is truly astonishing.