The Coop

The hallmark symptom of a shock is a sudden rush of adrenaline. Rather, the provocation of fear makes your body jittery, makes you feel nauseous, like turbulence on an air plane. When I was told I may have the Corona virus, I felt a disconnection from what's happening. I felt like I was watching a movie, witnessing the scenes unfold and all I could do was comply. I was sitting on the bed trying to grasp everything and trying to make the sense out of it. Doctor Peter came in and tried consoling me saying that it will all be fine and that they were running the tests, just to follow the protocol. I smiled back at him and nodded my head. A few moments later, a nurse came in to take my swab for c

The Coronavirus

It was a Friday morning. The sun was high up when I woke up feeling groggy. It was bout time for the doctor and his team to do a checkup. They were informed about the Hypoxia incident that happened the night before. I was sitting there with an oxygen tube up my nostrils trying to make sense of it all in my head and telling myself that I would be fine. I got told that they cannot discharge me unless they find out what's wrong with my lungs. After a brief discussion, they reckoned that I might have a clot travelling up in my lungs so they immediately asked the nurse to give me a shot of a blood thinner. They told me that they are putting in an urgent request for a radioactive scan that can hel

The Kaleidoscope

We do not have a choice of who we are born as. We did not have the slightest clue about our lives. With the as many dimensions of the kaleidoscope, we were deprived of the smallest of the agreements for our lives. We were born and hooked up to the world outside with all our attention in return for the belief. You did not choose to speak English, or the town you were born in. These things existed even before you were here. You did not choose your religion, family and friends. These things were given to us. You did not even choose your own name. A complex diffusion of the anatomy along with fate gives birth to a member of the greatest civilisation on the planet. Along with what possibly could

Hypoxia

When I was shifted out of the observation ward, I was feeling a bit happy. I was moved into a private room in the medical ward. I was still very weak and when the nurses came over to check my vitals my SpO2 readings were lower than 90%. In layman terms, the Oxygen saturation (SpO2) is a measurement of how much oxygen your blood is carrying as a percentage of the maximum it could carry. For a healthy individual, the normal SpO2 should be between 96% to 99%. The nurse asked me to put on oxygen until my reading comes up. By this time, I was getting a bit agitated that something else might be up with me now so they won't discharge me. So I said to him that I have been laying down a lot probably

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