Mid-December 2020. My mom had to attend a reunion with her former workmates and I was pretty much isolated from anyone except my family at that time. My mom’s reunion happened late November, and she started having symptoms early December. Sometime between then and mid-December, me and my siblings got infected. So, around two weeks between getting infected and getting symptoms, I suppose.
I started having muscle pains first, and didn’t really think much of it. My mom was sent to hospital soon after I started showing symptoms, and her condition started requiring hospitalization. My other siblings were all sent to the hospital as well, while I got the entire house to myself for isolation, haha.
Not the best way to deal with things, but we agreed that had I been subjected to the stress of finding a hospital, then having minimal care (if not left in the hallways due to the lack of beds), I would have fared much worse. Fending for yourself while sick at home is better than fending for yourself while sick in a very stressful and crowded hospital setting. My mom got the best care as she got a slot in a private lying-in clinic. My siblings got taken care of by their respective spouses. I managed by forcing some milk into my system as regularly as I could along with medicine that took care of the symptoms.
Spending Christmas eve alone and deliriously sick was quite an experience though. Neighbors and relatives sneaked in a pretty nice Christmas dinner that unfortunately went to waste because I can’t stomach any food at that time.
Mid-December 2020. My mom had to attend a reunion with her former workmates and I was pretty much isolated from anyone except my family at that time. My mom’s reunion happened late November, and she started having symptoms early December. Sometime between then and mid-December, me and my siblings got infected. So, around two weeks between getting infected and getting symptoms, I suppose.
I started having muscle pains first, and didn’t really think much of it. My mom was sent to hospital soon after I started showing symptoms, and her condition started requiring hospitalization. My other siblings were all sent to the hospital as well, while I got the entire house to myself for isolation, haha.
Not the best way to deal with things, but we agreed that had I been subjected to the stress of finding a hospital, then having minimal care (if not left in the hallways due to the lack of beds), I would have fared much worse. Fending for yourself while sick at home is better than fending for yourself while sick in a very stressful and crowded hospital setting. My mom got the best care as she got a slot in a private lying-in clinic. My siblings got taken care of by their respective spouses. I managed by forcing some milk into my system as regularly as I could along with medicine that took care of the symptoms.
Spending Christmas eve alone and deliriously sick was quite an experience though. Neighbors and relatives sneaked in a pretty nice Christmas dinner that unfortunately went to waste because I can’t stomach any food at that time.