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
MUSINGS 