Well, after ducking and weaving from it like Ali at his peak, I've finally succumbed to the coronavirus. There had been a small outbreak of sorts at work, and given my proximity to the people who were affected, it was only a matter of time before I too was brought under the spell of the spiky virus.

What this means is that I know am looking at the prospect of a sentence of 14 days in hotel isolation again, in addition to the 24 days that I served in quarantine when I first arrived from Australia. Back then, it was snowing outside with several feet of snow covering the carpark. This time, everything is abloom and the sun is (sort of) shining through the rainclouds.

I thought I would use this moment to try to track my days in isolation, as I feel like I've squandered that opportunity in my last stint of incarceration. It would serve as a reference later of how I was feeling, what I did, and how I spent the time. That way, I think, the ways won't blur into each other so quickly the way they did last time.

This isn't to say that most of my posts won't just be about the same thing. But it's my way of coming to grips with the mundane, and with the reality that I am now an infected statistic.

Although I'd been showing symptoms for 4 days now, I only was tested two days ago, and only received the positive result yesterday. In many ways it was a relief to conclusively know, because my symptoms were not quite textbook and I thought it may just have been a bad cold. It started off with a mild headache on that first day, which I tackled with some painkillers. But when that became a fever and nausea, I knew something was amiss.

I already feel much better now, save for a bit of fatigue, the sporadic cough, and a mild residue of a headache. The worst comes at night, when I wake up in bed in pools of my own cold sweat. It's more disgusting and uncomfortable than anything, and I've had to switch to the other side of the bed, only to have that part drenched too.

I called my Dad today, and he sounded worried as always; I assured him I was fine looking after myself. I also tried shopping for groceries online for the first time: a painful experience. Not only is it more enjoyable to walk around and browse products, but there is no way to properly gauge size and nutritional information on a web browser. The 21st century still has some ways to go.

I also watched the Triplets of Belleville tonight, which was a bizarro fest that was quirky and made no sense. I think it's the style and animation that ultimately redeems it. Already I am running out of things to write about, and it's only halfway through the afternoon! I guess it is time for another nap ...