I was expecting health officials to guide me through this experience, but they never called.
I was dealing with Covid-19 on my own.
I was trying to digest the fact that the clinic did not call me directly with my results, but
rather chose to inform my next of kin.
On some days I would sing and dance in my room; on other days I would have a
headache, feel exhausted and stay in bed the whole day.
And my taste buds were definitely not my buds any more.
COMPROMISED ISOLATION
Since I am the only girl in our household, the boys still expected me to cook, which broke
my isolation and increased the risk of me passing the virus on to my family.
Cooking with Covid is no mean feat. I tried tasting the food while I cooked, but ended up
seasoning it with way too much salt and spices.
Chicken tasted metallic, and most other foods were just solid matter.
Without a sense of taste, one does not eat for pleasure, but just to fill one's stomach.
Soon enough, some of my family members started experiencing headaches and a loss of
taste and smell.
Then my father tested positive. When I felt better, I went back to the Clinic to get retested
and get a discharge letter so that I could go back to work.
The clinic referred me to the National Health-Training Centre, where I received my initial
official Covid-19 test results and a discharge letter – without being tested again.
The discharge letter stated I could now go back to work as I have completed self-isolation.
LESSONS LEARNT
I never took the wearing of masks seriously, but now I do.
Aside from that, my views on Covid-19 still stand.
I am not afraid of it, but I fear for those who are vulnerable – especially since the Ministry
of Health and Social Services does not seem to keep a close eye on self-isolating Covid-19
patients.
Therefore, we need to man up, mask up and take responsibility for our own health and
that of those around us.
– Mercy Karuuombe is an intern at The Namibian.
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