record first diagnosis

Since the outbreak of the epidemic two years ago, I have had many days of trepidation, especially when I took a plane home, I was afraid that I was a carrier, but fortunately, nothing happened.

Since the beginning of this year, many places have relaxed the system. You can do whatever you need to do, and life must continue. A lot of places have come back to life, which I think is pretty good.

I don't know where my infection came from.

Below is a conversation I had with a friend.

Friend: I heard you are no longer a virgin anymore.

Me: Indeed. I am fucked.

Friend: Who is the father?

Me: That's the point. I don't where it came from.

Just looking at the dialogue, I look like a promiscuous pregnant woman.

Fortunately, I was the only one who was recruited. Everyone around me has been infected before. It is said that there are antibodies in the body, so it is not so easy to be infected.

I went to the school clinic to get medicine and make records.

The medical staff specializing in handling confirmed students was there, wearing PPE, and knowing that I was diagnosed, there was no fuss, and advised me to relax my mind and ask him to take the medicine after I finished taking it.

The senior who sent me to see the doctor is also a COVID-19 alumnus. Before I was diagnosed, I ate and slept with her, but she said, "It's alright. If I get hit, I'll take it as a rest. Maybe we can isolate together."

However, I felt that the sky was about to fall, and tears were rolling in my eyes. On the one hand, it is also because I am a person who will cry when I have a fever.

Finally, I successfully applied to the school dormitory for isolation.

On the first day of quarantine, I felt like I was dying. I still have an appetite to eat, and after taking the medicine, I start to fall asleep.

As of the beginning of this year, I have had three shots of the vaccine, Kexin, Kexin, and Pfizer.

My symptoms are fever, mild cough, mild sore throat, phlegm, muscle aches.

Miraculously, the first night I started to feel better. It's as if a movie climaxes without beginning.

But the quarantine was still a week apart, and my condition continued to improve over the next few days.

I didn't tell my family because they were far away from me, and it just added to my worry.

The senior I just mentioned said that she had told her family that her mother had sent her a lot of medicine.

Hmm... If my family wants to send me medicine, it's very likely that I've recovered by the time they send it, because they're really far away from me.

The doctor in the school clinic also gave the medicine, so the medicine is not really a big deal. Really appreciate the school clinic.

I also don't feel like family condolences are a necessity for me, although I feel a little empty when I'm sick.

It's been like this before, so it's no problem now.

During the first half of the quarantine, I slept and worked hard to recover; during the second half, I started working and watching documentaries.

During the quarantine period, it was really boring. Even if I was able to surf the Internet, I still felt that it was so boring.

Later, during the last two days of quarantine, I slipped out by myself, avoiding the crowds and blowing the sea breeze. A lot of things happened a few days ago, I almost had no place to sleep, and there was a problem with my experimental equipment. I suddenly found out that the boy I had a crush on had a girlfriend, and I was very depressed. If I didn't go out to get some fresh air, I would die.

When the sea breeze blows, I am moved.

The sea breeze that I used to blow every day is now so extravagant.

I go out selfishly for a reason. Since some people are asymptomatic, asymptomatic do not know their diagnosis, they must not be quarantined, I might have been infected by asymptomatic people, so I don't think it's a sin for me to go out. In such a complex environment now, it is really a matter of good fortune to not diagnose. Again, I avoided all the crowds and hiked to see the sea.

Quarantine now really depends on conscience.

As I write this on the last day of quarantine, I am writing a recovery testimonial.

I don't know what it feels like until I've been diagnosed. I'm lucky, only the fever is more serious. I've seen a lot of people say their throat hurts like swallowing a razor blade.

After I go out, I want to go for a run regularly and lose weight by the way.

There are also a few more boxes of test kits, Panadol, and disinfectant, because I don't know when the diagnosis will be made, which is too random.

I wish you all the best of health and doing what you love!

(I always thought that I was very inattentive and wanted to play with my phone after a few minutes in front of the computer, but I found that when I was typing an article, I didn’t want to look for my phone at all. I think typing an article is the right thing for me to do. Well, I'll keep doing it)