MY QUARANTINE ESCAPADE 2

Read my QUARANTINE ESCAPADE 1 right here, but if you done that already, Let's go!!

It has been a week since I got the text from Linda.
I forgot about the contents of the text and life went on smoothly for me.
Life was stable, at least for a while.

Waking up and meeting a Wednesday, but little did I know that this would be no normal day.

Trying to get up, I immediately felt a little headache and I was lying face flat on the floor, properly dressed with last night's outfit instead of waking from my bed.

Confused and trying to reason if it was a hangover or perhaps I slept on the floor on purpose.

But my thoughts were halted when I began to have difficulty breathing as though I had a tuber of yam in my esophagus.

I remembered having some wine but I didn't know the exact quantity which I took in.
A sudden feeling of inner peace dawned upon me because I knew I wasn't sick.
During this pandemic period, it is preferable to be drunk than to be sick.

Recovering from the faint or whatsoever that was, I decided to get another drink to clear my head.
But I still found it very hard to inhale and exhale mere oxygen.

My thoughts went far and wide on how my life had gotten to this level.
Hell broke loose as I received the heart gripping text and call from Linda which left me devastated and a full time wreck.

It would take time before I could have a full grip of my thoughts and sanity.
She is infected with the dreaded Corona Virus and because we shared a bed and some insane memories together, I have to be infected.

If I simply stayed at home, I would be free like every other person, but what is between my legs did not let me be.
That machinery has a mind of its own.

I staggered to my sitting room to get a complete hold of myself but I felt so weak and stressed.
Suddenly, I released a loud cough that nearly led to the extinction of my throat.

It was pure pain and was very unusual.
Alcohol does not lead to such suicidal coughing.

Lacking who to reach out to, I opened Google to see what my symptoms could result to.

Typing quite fast, I inputted, "Sickness associated with coughing and panting"
Google worsened the situation by making the first search result to be Corona Virus.

I clicked and began staring at my phone, reading the symptoms of the Corona Virus.
My fear grew as I read through each line.

Naturally I'm a carefree person and I don't really get disturbed but this particular situation sent fear creeping down my spine and narrowing through my marrows.

Dropping my phone, I began to think deep.
If Google was right, then I would be taken to a health care center.
Isolated with strange people that have the same virus.
Eating maybe once a day and praying day and night so I wouldn't die quick.
That kind of life is not even desirable to an enraged man.

Immediately I lost my appetite and felt dead on the inside.
I began to feel extremely feverish and it was obvious I was infected with the virus.

Breathing was like I just finished running a mile.
Waking up with throat pain and cough in the morning, I knew my time had come.

I was perplexed on who to inform, because I didn't want it to be known to the open.
Confusion and bewilderedness was literally written on my face.

I had to keep my social life on a low profile so there won't be an avenue to reach out to me.
To keep my situation confidential, I have to go off the grid and not be heard by anyone.
Especially my parents.

Shivering with my phone in my palms, I decided to call Linda and ask about her welfare.
She didn't pick at my first trail, so I waited and I tried again.
Still no response.

Could she be dead?
Or incapacitated?

My fear was at the peak level and I can't just sit and do nothing.

Feeling more urges to cough but I refused before my neighbors would get scared.
Perhaps when I get into my room and seal the doors, I can cough my intestines out.

If I'm going to die, let it be slow, steady and personal just like in the movies.
Not with my people trooping around my residence or me trying to catch my breath in some insane health center.

I am totally finished.
Well if I actually die now, the Landlord isn’t getting his rent and I won't need to worry about building my CGPA.

But a plan must be strategized with immediate effect before things get out of hand.

Before my thoughts get to kill me, I would actually need to lay complaints to a real doctor in order to find out what is really wrong with me.

Likely to be any normal disease, so I do not really need to panic that much.

It suddenly crossed my mind that my Mom’s personal doctor could be at home and I can confide in him to explain my unusual body changes.

With so much anxiety and curiosity, I had no time to take a shower.

Quickly checking my pockets, cash was present and sufficient to take me around so I just moved out of my apartment still dressed in last night’s outfit and I didn’t even bother to lock the door.

Getting into a bus that was headed towards the Doctor’s residence, I felt some tingles in my throat but I had to calculate the right velocity to cough that won’t remove my lungs and won’t raise an alarm.

Reaching his home, I got to meet only his wife and she said he wasn’t around as he was called for an emergency very early in the morning.

I had to go to the hospital now, but when she asked me why I was in a hurry, I told her it was nothing important then I zoomed off to continue my quest.

In the twinkle of an eye, I landed in the hospital but the staff did not let me in at once. I began to emphasize that it was an appointment and the Doctor wanted to see me.

One of the nurses asked if I wanted to lay a complaint. I responded that it was just a normal appointment and the Doctor would not want me to be delayed outside.

Finding my way inside, I rushed into his office where he was having a peaceful meal and he welcomed me warmly.

He asked me to join him but he wasn’t aware that my problems were above food at the moment.
I didn’t even have time for pleasantries so I went straight to the point, explaining my newly found symptoms to him.

Immediately he stopped eating and the amount of shock on his face was extravagant. He asked me if I was sure of the symptoms I just stated and I nodded affirmatively.

He stood up and got a pair of gloves and said he would have to test me. Further explaining he told me it was obviously Corona Virus and he would need to inform the Health center so I could get isolated.

I broke down in tears and begged him, because such fate is detestable and not worth living for. He said that is what must be done and there are no two ways about it.

I refused and cried even more, negotiating with him, I said since the results would be ready the next day, We should wait for the results while I pack some of my stuff that I would take to the isolation center.

After the tests, he warned me to go home straight and avoid total contact with every single person I may come across.

And once the result is ready, he will get back to me.
I started my journey home, so gloomy and disturbed inside of me.

Returned home during the evening, very hungry and tired but the news of me contacting the Corona Virus made me think harder than I ever should.
So death at this moment is inevitable.

It was time to know my God.
I switched from listening to Future, Young Thug, Da Baby, Megan Thee Stallion and the rest.
To meditating to the likes of Frank Edwards, Sinach, Don Moen and Women of Faith.

I was restless and kept on pacing around my living room.
Time flew swiftly and I couldn't seem to find sleep throughout the night.

I just sat on the floor with my Hymn book and Bible in my hand while thinking of life as a whole.

I'm a damn Co-Vid 19 Patient.
Before the Doctor would inform the health center and I would be taken into isolation. I needed to brace myself.

Taking my jotter, I began to write my will and dedicate my properties and certain commodities.

Drafting some notes and addressing them to whosoever may be concerned, the first one contained a text for my parents to read when my absence is noticed and how much I love them.

The next note was to my Landlord that if he wants his rent he would need to die to get it.

I wanted dropping a note too for Linda but due to the explicit content I had in mind to tell her, texting would be preferable.

God did not even let me have a stable relationship, before even considering marriage.
Maybe this was meant to be my fate.

Thursday morning dawned quite early, though I did not sleep throughout the night.

My entire mind was focused on what would be the Doctor’s reply. I went outside to buy some bread and eggs to have one last proper breakfast.

I returned and made the meal but I had no vibe to eat at all. Kneeling down, I was broken and I began to pray and cry out to God.

I made vows upon vows that if he heals me, I would never eat my tithes and offering and………
My prayer was interrupted with a call from the Doctor. Swallowing a huge ball of spit, I summoned courage and picked the call.

At first there was silence and I was waiting for him to start the conversation.

Due to anxiety, I started speaking and was too fast for him to even hear me out. He began to talk and told me to calm down and everything would be alright.

He said I was just having normal fever which was accompanied with cough but my thoughts made me feel different, he continued and said that he has some medication at home and I could come pick them up when it seemed convenient.
I TESTED NEGATIVE.

My joy knew no bounds. It was exceedingly overflowing.
God really does answer prayers. I began to scream very loud while jumping up and down. My neighbors thought I had lost my sanity and kept on minding their business.

But wait!
If I am negative, how come Linda is positive? The question left me perplexed and I slowly began to doubt the test results.

So I reached out to Linda, and as she picked up I asked about her health and level of recovery.

She began to laugh and told me it was a prank, that she was negative from the start. She even forgot dropping such devastating information to me.

Was she out of her mind?
How could she joke like that and take it very simple?

She kept on laughing and expressed her happiness as her prank just recorded a success.
She is crazy, it must be the reason why her boyfriend broke up.

I warned her strictly and she felt sorry but it was not my concern. I was back in a good and strong state.
It was time to pack up and go home to remain with my family. That is the safest place to be until the world would heal itself.

My parents received me warmly so did my siblings. They asked about school, my apartment and the rest.

They can never know about my adventure, it is a memory for me and me alone.

As for Linda, after her numerous apologies, we got closer and closer till I could not stay without hearing from her.

We talked a lot more and I found out I could actually cope with her level of psycho, by the way she has beauty to compliment her character.
For the falling in love aspect, you know what certainly follows next.

By the way, if you ever feel sick, contact a Doctor and not Google your symptoms, the search result can give you hypertension.
Always stay safe, if you seem to experience any symptoms, ensure you get tested.
Corona Virus is real.

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