I TESTED POSITIVE FOR COVID-19:
By Oluwaseun Ayodeji Osowobi
@AyodejiOsowobi
Life finds ways of throwing LEMON at me. I’ve struggled w/ coming forward, but I want to inspire hope.
I returned to Nigeria from the UK post-Commonwealth event (I totally enjoyed) & fell ill. As a responsible person, I self-isolated.
Days after, I TESTED POSITIVE FOR COVID-19.
Before returning, I had planned several interviews, I was scheduled to start a fantastic consultancy job & was also expecting to sign a contract worth millions. I lost them all!!!
I had to self-isolate and also inform people I came in close contact with to get tested. My friend & I kept calling @NCDCgov to get tested? What if we didn’t persist?
No info on my test result. At 12am, an ambulance was at my house. I woke from sleep & was crying. I got to isolation center, but no one was there to receive me. I waited in the ambulance for TWO HOURS.
The nurses eventually came out & treated me like a plague. I sat in the ambulance feeling rejected.
No questions about how I felt. So many questions about my travel history. Same information I had provided to NCDC & Lagos State Government during profiling.
Lack of data sharing!
After two hours, I was taken to my space. I felt lonely, bored & disconnected from the outside world. Few days after, another patient came in. We bonded. Days later, patients trooped in.
“Are people observing self-isolation & social distancing?” I was so scared for Nigeria.
The next days were tough. No appetite. The nausea, vomit & stooling was unbearable. I’m a blood type A & #COVID19 dealt w/ me.
I thought I was going to die & contemplated a succession plan for
@StandtoEndRape. I was on drugs daily. Sometimes, I‘d take 8 tablets in the morning, 13 tablets in the afternoon, 10 at night. My system threw everything out!
Water, food, soap & all disgusted me. But I’d look at the wall & force myself to stay hydrated — drank ORS. I FOUGHT TO LIVE! I FOUGHT!!
Days after, the Doctors shared a goodnews that I tested negative. I shared this news w/ family & friends! My blood sample was taken & I also tried to donate my plasmapheresis to help others. I hoped to be discharged.
I waited to be discharged, but for two days, nothing happened.
I was unsure of what was going on. Why haven’t I been discharged? Should I be in the same ward? Could I get reinfected? I was worried but remained calm.
On the 3rd day, Doctors said, “well, we worked w/ the info we had of you testing negative, but one result came back positive.”
“...You’ll stay a few more days. You know we take nose, mouth & sputum samples.”
“Am I still positive Flushed face?” I asked.
“No, you’re negative,” the Doctor replied.
The Doctor apologised for the delay. I was anxious to go home but remained calm.
I wanted to be free from this pain.
I continued the medication and asked to be in a separate ward. Sadly, I remained in the same ward as all others rooms were full.
My ward had people who were positive. What if I get re-infected?
For them, I was a beacon of hope & they needed me gone to register the progress.
My family and friends were becoming anxious.
People in my ward who earlier celebrated the news of my result suddenly lost hope.
“Why are you still here?”
“You shouldn’t be here with us. You should be separated from us now...”
People in my ward muttered. I tried to calm them.
Today, I am PROUD to inform you that I MURDERED COVID-19 & have tested NEGATIVE TWICE! I HAVE BEEN DISCHARGED
I bless God for His mercies.
The nurses at IDH Yaba were fab. They deserve accolades for their hardwork.
Thank you Governor @jidesanwoolu for coming to see me.
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