The itch in the
throat and dry cough
would not stop early
that morning. I felt
a dull headache. But
I was never sure because I had no fever.
I was able to bring
my check to the bank
Still, I just wanted to go home and
sleep that afternoon.
By this time, I resigned myself to being a Covid-19
suspect until a doctor friend of my son took a swab
test and confirmed I had Covid-19.
I thanked my family for immediate crisis management. The next day, I had to relocate myself to
what used to be the compound’s maid’s quarters
for easier supervision. I thank friends and relatives
for the medicines, the vitamins, the encouraging
Still, we worry also because two household
members had cough.
While apprehensive of the second week of isolation, I am thankful of the mild Covid-19 I have.
Still, there is a need to manage my health, the taking of medicines considering that I have a heath
condition, and monitoring of my oximeter.
Nonetheless the isolation granted me much
time for myself – meditation and sleep. Of course,
writing and Netflix.
Though I prefer the relative privacy of home
isolation, my brother Nonoy wanted me to comply
with minimum protocols like coordinating with the
barangay command center.
They promised a contact tracer will visit me.
Though it has been days, I have not seen any contract tracer yet. Perhaps, this is just a lapse in the
After reading and watching videos about what
is wrong in the country’s Covid-19 response, such a
minor time lag became a minor laughing matter.
For instance, some bright boys in Cebu thought
of sending young health workers to Manila. This
was Cebu’s response to a crisis. However, I did not
sense the urgency judging from the formal program
of a send-off. It sounded like a much-delayed graduation program.
Somebody had a twisted sense of public relations at the expense of the sick.
(Emmanuel N. Mongaya is co-founder and
director for strategic communications of PRWorks Inc.)