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You know, I had plans for March. The first week of March has two public holiday
during which I planned on spending the days by baking, reading, and catching up
on blog writing. But guess what? I got Covid-19. True, I got two weeks off from
work but I wasn't asymptomatic. The first week, all I did was lying in bed and do
occasional browsing through my phone because my throat and my head was killing
me. I got fever for I don't remember exactly how many days because when I
thought my temp has come down, the next hour it rose up again. I live alone far
from home so I had to handle it by myself. Not going to lie there were times
when I thought of just lying still in bed and stop taking the meds altogether.
The second week, I was recovering while trying to catch up on work because I was
so far behind. The amount of unread emails on my inbox was terrifying. After two
freaking years avoiding the virus, it finally got me.
