The first quick screening results in two lines—Isolation Diary Day7

2022.05.12(Thu) Day7

Drinking coffee today for the first time since my diagnosis last Saturday, the aroma of coffee fills the air, wraps around me, jumps around, and celebrates my recovery.

On the fifth day of being locked up at home, there was no bread to eat for breakfast. I steamed an egg in an electric cooker, plus a box of egg rolls sent by someone before, and drinking coffee, these are quite a match.

Finished the chores at work, turned on the iPad, and continued the unfinished diary; today, I finally caught up with the progress, looking back on these days

When the body is weak, the mind will be more fragile, and there are often negative thoughts. A few days ago, when it was time for everyone to go to work, when I heard my neighbors go out, I suddenly wondered if I would be found at home, and the small theater in my heart began to stage: "There is a virus here!" "Will the virus escape?" "If everyone Knowing that I have been diagnosed, will you cast a fearful eye on me?"

To tell the truth, I am not as strong as I thought, and I still feel a little depressed in my heart, and I don’t know what to do. The reason is not very clear. It may be the guilt of others, letting others take on my own work, or causing damage to my family. It may be self-blame. If you were more careful, wouldn’t you be diagnosed?

In these dazed moments, I picked up my Bible and read the psalm: "Bless the Lord, my heart! Bless his holy name, whoever is in me!   O my heart, bless the LORD! Don't forget all his favors!   He forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases.   He redeemed your life from death and crowned you with love and mercy.   He satisfies your desires with good things, so that you rejuvenate like an eagle. "I read it again, turned this into a prayer, and the words of the Bible threw a soul anchor at me as I drifted in the ocean of viruses.

In the face of the epidemic, no one is immune. Standing in front of the invisible virus, I am even more insignificant at 182cm. In the face of the epidemic, I know what I can do, but most of the time, I have more powerlessness and don't know what to do; I am locked in a small cell with two lines of fast screening CT, and I write down my experience day by day, maybe In a certain corner, it is my little wish to be a help to others.

At the moment, I am a little dazed, looking at the refrigerator, can't remember what I wanted to eat?