Quarantine Diary - Day 7


 



Determined to make this day way more productive than yesterday, I got up shortly after my eyes fully opened. I put the kettle on and while waiting for it to boil, I dove into meditation. Just 10 minutes to recalibrate myself and seek some clarity and direction for the day. Coffee, news, final edits, phone calls and before I knew it, lunch had arrived.

But really, I couldn’t wait to get all these done so that I could have this moment where I could just write. 


Writing has now become my therapy. I practically spent the whole day writing only interrupted  by toilet needs, quick bites, the usuals and a quick exercise.


I spent the day figuring out how to answer Cam and Ella’s theory that our preferences in men/ dating are largely predetermined or influenced by our upbringing and worldview. I wrote a separate entry for that. 


After a sumptuous Asian-inspired salad, I heard some loud, almost angry-sounding knocking on my door. I am this close to writing a formal complaint about this loud knocking business. It is completely unnecessary and causes me, the man in the room directly in front of mine, and the person in the room next to mine, to open our doors in unison because we can never tell whose door they’re knocking on.  


It was a classic case of dangling the damn carrot. 


A security guard came knocking on my door and told me that it was time for my fresh air break. Instantly, I got excited. I close the door, hurriedly put some layers on and when I re-opened the door, he was gone because he was clarifying matters with his superiors. The guards manning my floor asked me to go back to my room. Five minute later, they told me they had made a mistake and I wasn’t scheduled for one today. I was fuming.  


I wasn’t even thinking about it. Then they teased me and now I want it so bad yet I can’t have it. 


Because I was disgruntled and deeply disturbed, and yes throwing a tantrum, I called the nurses station to relay the incidents. Also my unhappiness with the whole mishap. I wasn’t impolite or rude; I was simply stating that these sort of things can be very distressing to people in quarantine. She said she would look into the system and check when I was scheduled for my next one. 


An hour later, I had managed to divert my attention and distract myself. I didn’t call them back even if for a while, I wanted to. Thank the lord. 

Anyway they called me back later in the evening to tell me that they had some space tomorrow and if I didn’t take it I might not get one till after the weekend. 


This post sounds like a complete rant. 

But I guess, this is my quarantine diary and I’m allowed to write whatever I want. 

I’d like to think it is providing a fairly accurate picture of the struggles of a person undergoing mandatory quarantine. Along with a few other issues. 



*image taken from Break Up Boss by Zoe Blake*

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