We have to live with Covid-19 the ministers said and borders started opening up.

Whilst I understand the notion and celebrate that this could mean an improvement to our economy, I was still apprehensive from walking 500m to get groceries because I didn’t want to catch Covid-19 because I have an unvaccinated child at home.

Every consideration is regarding the precious boy and I did not give much thought for myself.

I still don’t know how I caught it and I didn’t know who passed it to me. I find the whole episode ironic. I was the last person to fall sick and started coughing at home but I am the only one that tested positive for Covid-19.

It started with a sore throat, cough and then headache. All common flu symptoms but it also felt a little strange because the headache felt like the same headache after getting Pfizer vaccination which prompted me to visit the doctor.

Just how did I get it? It felt like a feeble excuse of a young woman who swore she took all precautions but still gotten herself pregnant. Abstinence is the best contraception. In Covid-19 terms, no interaction with other people is the best prevention.

I knew community cases are high but how much risk can there be if I go out to the supermarket briefly for groceries? It is less than 10 minutes. I managed more than a year virus free.

How much risk can there be if I just go out and bring my kid to and fro lessons? I hardly do that these few weeks due to work and my helper has been the one running the errands.

If I stick to my usual routine and avoid new places with other people I would be safe. Yup. Safe my big fat ass.

I knew it is easy to get it but didn’t realise it really is that easy to get it. How come I don’t strike the lottery so easily?

For some strange reason I get free stays in hospitals so easily. I am currently sitting alone in an isolated ward feeling bitter while writing this post. More about Covid and me next week.