It appeared that I wriggled out of the risky path of getting infected when Mom fully recovered and got back to work after 10 days of rest.
With confidence and a feeling of liberation, I was exhilarated
and contacted my friends to reschedule events which I could not have helped but canceled.
Since moving back to my parents', I had had plenty of plans, which, to be honest, made me feel overwhelmed to worry if they were really feasible. In the end, as Mom got Covid, I, in a sense, felt relieved that I got enough and valid reason to cancel some of the plans and change them to online meetings without feeling any guilt. Sustainable planning has always been a headache; I tend to book up out of limit and regret about it later. It happned this time too;I had internal conflict. Secretly terrified to see people every coulple of days in a row while at the same time, indeed looking forward to these events. As a result, I changed 11 plans out of 15 to online.
During these 4 rare events which I cautiously picked up, I myself got Covid
A week after Mom recovered, now was MY turn to stay locked up in my tiny, suffocating room
In the housebound 10 days, what I did was:
- watched 11 films in Netflix and Amazon
- witnessed Koshien Championship on live TV
- got a new smartphone (turned out was out of order
applying for refund now) - continued packing (3okg for check-in luggage and 7kg for carry-on)
In regards to my health condition, the first 4 days were terrible with severe throat pain and lingering fever, which was followed by sniffles and weakened sense of smell
However, after 5th day, I felt better and regained my energy to stand up and handle those things above.
Last weekend, eventually I stepped out my house with rising sensation that August is almost over and I scarcely talked to my family in spite of living under the same roof for like 3 weeks in total , added my Mom's resting period
And this view came out...
Fin.