… I got Covid. Again.

And the “fun” part? I caught it right one year from the previous one (my first time with the virus.) I also started to suspect a pattern: It happens after big-scale meetup (Division Meetup) and I might pick it up during one of my transits or flights.

I noticed the discomfort when I was on my flight from Amsterdam to Kuala Lumpur — that sore throat-feeling — but I didn’t think much about it. As soon as I arrived home, I made myself a huge bowl of Indomie Soto with two poached eggs. I missed soup noodles so very much, and I’ve been seriously thinking of sending event feedback to have soup noodles as part of permanent repertoire on every meetup meals.

Thinking back, that bowl of piping hot noodles might be the one that helped me because on the next day, I felt like a hungover trash panda, which, I felt it would be waaaay worse had I not having that Indomie. I kept sneezing and I felt faint dizziness, and I kept feeling hungry without any reasons. I thought it was just because I have been missing Asian food, but no, it was a really weird type of hunger. I had to call a day off in last minute with my team and took a nap — at this point, I already suspected that this might be Covid, even though I was not sure because I can still smell things. However, post-nap, I still felt horrible so I decided to take a Covid test.

So, yeah. I found myself sitting on the same spot on my apartment’s rooftop, trying to grill myself alive to get rid of this gosh dang virus. Also, it’s November, and while Kuala Lumpur is blessed with tropical climate, we are having rainy-borderline-monsoon season here, so the sun we can get is a 15-minutes sun before being replaced by winds and dark clouds.