He must be on the mend if he’s up, shaved and showered and doing his own washing. Well at least, he washes his nightshirt. An essential and almost the only piece of clothing required in isolation.
Now, my sister, Anne can rest assured that I am on the mend. And, yes, Annie, I am sleeping. When I sleep, I sleep.
When I first start hearing the roosters in the mornings, I know there’s still a couple more beautiful hours in slumberland. This morning, it was birds singing, before the roosters started their morning crowing routine for me.
And it was already 8 AM when I heard the tap on my door, by the soon to be ordained Marito, bringing the big bowl of oats and more fruit. Unfortunately, no sliced banana this morning! I have an electric jug, and a carton of bottled water, so I can make my own cup of Lipton tea.
. . . I spoke too soon. There’s another tap on my door after I finish doing the morning domestics, and there is a smiling Marito with a bunch of bananas for me. And more bottles of 1000 mL vitamin C lemon drink.
I’ve been carrying around a small ‘Laundry’ bar from one of my hotel visits years ago. It came in very handy this morning to wash my night shirt.
I’m probably suffering more from brain fog now than Covid. I was sleeping beautifully yesterday afternoon, and woke, waiting for my lunch to arrive. I realized when I went to the door to check. I’d already eaten it. I found the leftovers from lunch (the best chicken wings dish with a hint of curry).
Then, I remembered mopping the tiled floor after lunch , strategically starting at the door and backing myself into the bed (so, a self-satisfied afternoon nap). I don’t want to risk breaking my neck on a wet slippery floor.
Fr Albino and Dr Teemwing both contribute so happily to my care
Back in good health in the Taibesi Jesuit Residence
PSI gained a more enriching understanding about the works of the Railaco Mission on this my sixth trip up here.I tested positive for Covid on the morning I was departing for the flight home. I then spent a week in isolation at the Jesuit Residence in Dili being coddled . . . . An Australian GP Dr Teemwing checked in on me twice a day and did an amazing job in finding substitutes for some of my essential medications and getting approvals from my doctors in Sydney.
Teemwing researched and identified substitute medications, while the Treasurer for the Jesuits here in East Timor hopped on his motor scooter each evening to ride to the private pharmacies until he found the medications that I needed. Of course, I’m very grateful to have such a happy team working on my behalf.