1. It’s day four. #Covid.
I’ve lost count of which day it is. Saturday. Yes. My fingers count visually with me. Yes .. Saturday.
Yesterday the #loadshedding started at 20h00. I was asleep when the generator went off and the power came back. Today I know it went off again at 12.
I’ve lost count of which day it is. Saturday. Yes. My fingers count visually with me. Yes .. Saturday.
Yesterday the #loadshedding started at 20h00. I was asleep when the generator went off and the power came back. Today I know it went off again at 12.
2. Because I did look at my phone. It’s not scary in the day. And this time the generator seemed to come on seamlessly. The noise it makes is actually now a relief. It’s working.
And the nurses are in their stride.
And the nurses are in their stride.
3. It’s the weekend shift for them. There are new faces. Abigail. Cebo with a cow drawn in pen on her gown. And Nozi.
Same energy. Same friendly smiles. Same spirit.
Same energy. Same friendly smiles. Same spirit.
4. I have Covid. Everything about me says Covid. I have all the symptoms and more. It grabbed my lungs. That’s what it does. It keeps you busy with symptoms whilst sneaking up on the lungs. And then you can’t breath, that’s my experience at least. So I look at Cebo who is here..
5. A nurse. No Covid. Just the protective gear she has. She’s dealing with me like a normal. Changing drips. Bringing tablets. Checking my symptoms and the golden rule.. turning you off your back because one breathes better the other way.
6. Two of my colleagues are not having good days.And the attention is focused more there today than here. I don’t mind.I’ve had my days. They deserve every bit of attention today tomorrow and the next if they need it.But our eyes lock.Grown men.Looking for support in the other.
7. Outside the generator is still breathing. It’s a good thing. The noise is comforting.
How diverse are we in here. I’m from the media space. The guy next to me is a policeman. Across is a City of Jhb official. The fourth is still a mystery. He is just to far off. Four of us.
How diverse are we in here. I’m from the media space. The guy next to me is a policeman. Across is a City of Jhb official. The fourth is still a mystery. He is just to far off. Four of us.
8. It’s day four. And I might be going home tomorrow. That’s what keeps you going. And because that’s what the doctors say during their rounds. “Keep this up and you’l be going home tomorrow”.
It’s comforting. But then he’s gone. Two minutes tops. That’s his time. Because
It’s comforting. But then he’s gone. Two minutes tops. That’s his time. Because
9. He needs to see hundreds of others like me. And tell them the same.
But we make progress.
My twitter messages keep coming. I look for them. I press forward.. sending them into the ether to do their work. They matter. They count. They are appreciated.
But we make progress.
My twitter messages keep coming. I look for them. I press forward.. sending them into the ether to do their work. They matter. They count. They are appreciated.
10. It’s Saturday. I might go home tomorrow. Sunday. That’s the good news.
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