The beep of the thermometer

From different parts of the house

Including mine, every few hours

Makes me race for the BP apparatus.

Did you check your O2 my dear?

I ask , the heart stops a second

when someone’s reads 97.

Walk around and check your O2

becomes the Tarak Mantra,

The pulse rate of mine soars to the sky

or mops the floor at times.

Eat well, drink well

however, my friends

my stomach has gone on a holiday and

my tongue refuses to taste.

Rest is what you need

Experts say , while my hubby

Every alternate day keeps running to the hospital

Either to admit his mum

Or to discharge her

Or take the children and me one at a time

to the fever clinic(excluding his visit)

What rest? I say

Luckily my bro found a cab that ferried Covid patients.

Did my worry end? no!!!!!

How would I isolate my Covid family

Since MIL is also back home?

Whom to isolate? whom to room together?

We are on the path to recovery,

says my hubby,

I still reach out ti my thermometer

As at 4 PM sharp, my temp raises to 99

And subsides on its own, in turn raising my paulse rate.

Its all in your mind they say

My demon, I bear

Where true friends and family rally around

to show they care.

Tom and Jerry, silly dog antics, music, Lee Min Ho and deep breathing

Came to the rescue

While my daughter conspires to hide

my thermometer and oximeter

I stumble along

waiting for the day to hug my family.

Kavini