January was whirlwind. Mom got the 'rona, she had a pretty bad cough and sore throat for 3 days and was in denial and didn't want to test (I had been testing myself routinely even for a cough or mild fever; and we were all masking up even indoors). Came to me asking for a test at 5 AM in the morning with a fever. She tested RAT positive, At this point, I figured the inevitable had happened. Quickly isolated her and moved myself and dad to a different floor, although I knew it was pointless given how transmissible Omicron is. We tested ourselves with RAT first, and then RT-PCR and both turned out to be negative. Breathed a sigh of relief. The next day, I had the worst bodyaches I've ever experienced in life. Tested RAT negative again. At this point, I've had unexplained flu-like symptoms for 2 weeks and was also quite a bit out of breath, so dad decided to get me admitted to the hospital in case something went awry. 91% saturation on first recording in the hospital, 130+ pulse, 103+ fever at home.
The next day, I wake up to a call from mom asking me not to worry. Apparently dad had collapsed at the gate due to a syncope. He admitted himself to the same hospital, next to me to find the cause of the syncope and treat the head injury. We both got swabs taken, and the same day both turned out to be positive. The next 3 days were hell. Severe bodyaches, headaches, photophobia, could not keep my eyes open. I had brought my 3DS with me to the hospital but couldn't even get up, much less play. Meanwhile, dad was persistently desaturating (~90-91% SpO2) and had to be put on low flow oxygen. I recovered slowly after said 3 days with conservative treatment (they just finished my course of IV antibiotics which was started when I got admitted), but dad did not. The day I could get out of bed and manage to have a decent conversation, I realized there was something wrong with him. He kept repeating the same thing over and over, the same question, the same thread of conversation. I was discharged before the weekend, but my dad had to stay longer.
He returned home the following week, but reported having brain fog. I did not think too much of it, and was happy that he was safely out. He said he was feeling out of it, could not concentrate. I was fine, though... for a week. The following week, I woke up with a heavy head. I was feeling dizzy all round, especially when changing position. Out of nowhere, after being fighting fit for a week, it seems brain fog set in for me out of nowhere. Two times, my head spun, and I fell. Out of nowhere. Got an ECG done, nothing. BP drop? Nope. After a long chain of consultations, I was referred to the ENT. After a few investigations, the ENT found that I had right canal paresis. They try to induce vertigo by pumping your ears with hot/cold water, while they could do that successfully in my left ear, the test failed to induce vertigo in my right ear. They said the cause was most likely viral, and hopefully reversible.
Even now, more than a month after my infection, COVID continues to haunt me. I finished my move to Bangalore, and when walking down the steep slopes of Vyalikaval and Malleshwaram, I feel a little dizzy. Not as often as before, but it's still there. I did fall once, didn't tell my family because they might worry. Ah well, the silver lining has been making best use of the temporary immunity. That, and dad's recovered mostly though the infection did apparently do a lot of damage to his lungs and reduce his reversibility further. .__.
Here's hoping the next wave is a good while off.