The Covid Saga

Part 1.

So this is an interesting development (and a bit corona-crazy if you ask me)… but I’m in full on full on lockdown now, can’t even leave my bedroom. Pretty pissed off to say the least. Still, erring on the side of caution isn’t a bad thing when considering the times I guess

Blah blah, nevertheless here we go… you see, on Friday night a staff member came in to roll me over at 11.10pm. She was in my room for no longer than 2 mins and wearing full PPE etc. However, she lives in one of those high rise flats that had the conona outbreaks (which as soon as it was discovered she was sent straight home that night), yet I came in ‘contact’ with her for those 2 mins. I’m the only resident who did, so all this applies only to me. And even though she’s since tested negative for corona, here I am being treated like I’m ‘covid’. Bloomin’ hell.

So I’ve been put in an iso prison, not even allowed to open my bedroom door, and I’m also only allowed to work with one staff member per shit. Plus other restrictions are in place as well. Far out it was just so lucky that my visitors (dad & bro) arrived at the time they did today (right when I found out this lockdown news) otherwise I don’t even know if they would’ve been able to visit either.

Anyways, I’m literally stuck in my bedroom for a few days, and because of the corona incubation period the earliest I can get tested is Tues/Wed. Then I’ve gotta wait for a result, then with a bit of luck and a negative only then can I be let out of my room – woohoo then be able to go as far as the lounge room. Living… the… dream.

Yep just when you think the bullshit here (at my residence – in times of covid or not) couldn’t get any thicker, amazingly every single week they manage to come up with some crap that makes my life harder and more miserable.



Part 2.

I have a few things to say today, but first I want to say that this is probably necessary in this ‘Covid world’ only pretty brutal nevertheless.
1. So as I live in what I’ve dubbed a mini hospital, well they have gone full hospital on my ass. Gloves, gowns, goggles, full isolation (locked in my bedroom), certain people will only talk to me through a glass window, and I’m basically being treated like one big infectious turd – or someone Covid positive. Some staff have been great though.
2. You see, some IDIOT came into work the other night, and I’ve since found out more about this. So she lives in those towers that had the big Covid outbreak, she tested negative but was in direct contact with someone who tested positive (I think it was her partner??). It’s unknown whether she knew or not at the time of her shift. Still, for some unfathomable reason (living in a massive Covid hotspot – which was known at the time) she still thought it was okay to come to work, and in a health setting. And who pays the price for this stupidity – me!
3. You can’t be too careful people, in fact, maybe there’s a lesson in this for all of us.
4. Hopefully getting my test results today.
Fingers crossed – then again I really am the unluckiest man alive when it comes to this sort of shit. Hashtag next level stress.


Part 3.

So things are getting interesting (Covid crazy) around here – but then again what would I know as I am literally locked in my bedroom.
But from what I know… apart from the debacle with me and that chick who came into work (from the towers), apparently a nurse worked a shift this past weekend who was Covid positive. So, anyone (mainly staff) who came into contact with them has now been sent for a mandatory 2 week iso. It never had any impact on me though as I was locked in my room.
And since, the whole place has had one of deep cleans, all staff are now wearing virtual hazmat suits, all these big wig government health inspectors have been here, and yesterday everyone got re-tested for Covid (even me). It is full fucking on. Even now I think they’ve stopped all visitors, all physios & OT’s etc, and pretty much this place is in full lockdown.
All while I’m stuck in my room, not even allowed to open my bedroom door (only the outside door – which is also how staff enter now), and I just sit here with my own 1-1 staff member all day watching movies (they’re not allowed to leave my room either). Pretty much this is the only person I see all day (and I don’t even see their face). Fun times.
We should probably ‘Hala for a Marshall’.
Ps. Still waiting for my first round of Covid results, I reckon there’d be a bit of a backlog.


Part 4.

Test results in… Covid NEGATIVE… woohoo now I can go as far as the lounge room. Thank God.

About Mark

For all things a day-dreamer, a larrikin and an undeniable fighter. Mark advocates for both Adversity and Lyme Disease; and boasts a real passion for green living, nutrition and organic foods. Oh and he's a quadriplegic too. This spirited life coach, with prior background in marketing & advertising, now has more recent aspirations that include becoming a published author, and a business owner too. And when well enough, Mark’s also ticking off his bucket list, and he also volunteers with the Starlight Children’s Foundation. Mark is an ACIM student, an adventurer, and a sneaker collector. His dream is to one day get better and ride a bicycle around Australia.

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