The Horror of COVID-19 Virus Testing

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The Stigma of COVID- 19 virus Testing

 

The thought of testing for Corona virus COVID- 19 sounds like an unfolding horror story, which all are in fear of embarking on. I share my story as an international student, faced with this horror currently. As I write this, I peep through the window of my tiny studio apartment, waiting for some news…. that determines whether I continue to peep through my window or can go out and enjoy the beautiful sceneries of Melbourne city.

Well, it started with some loss of taste and for some reason I could not smell the usual poos I usually engage with daily as a healthcare worker. Just to clarify, am an international student working part time as a health worker. Thank God  I can still keep my hours of work, unlike my fellow students who have lost their only source of income to survive in a foreign country, with no support other than being told they go back home….well let me not get to that for now.

Back to my story, the loss of smell and taste is accompanied by some weird sore throat…. from what I read daily; these are onset signs of COVID-19 virus. Am in panic now. Its night am sneezing and can’t swallow. I scramble for my phone and try read anything that can enlighten me on my choices: can I go to hospital now? What will it mean when I get tested, will I lose my job, will my studies, nearing the end never end? Will I be forced to go back home? Its 2am at night, am sweating, not sure whether it’s a fever or anxiety of unknown.

Well, first things first, I need to seek medical care. I google online doctors on call. Only 3 are available and my insurance cover does not support the emergency care, I must cover the costs privately. Ohh, there is one who accepts my cover and will have to wait for response from email. If I physically visit the hospital, it will be emergency, is my condition classified as one, well who understands these insurance cover policies?

I decide I will get help the following day. I try booking for appointments at hospital, but I can only get vacancy in the afternoon. It’s on Saturday and my case is not emergency as such. So, I decide I might just as well do the COVID-19 test to get some relief that am not sick. I already decided by night that my fears of getting tested were not worth infecting the angels that I care for in disability support.

I drive to one of the shopping malls the government has set testing facilities with my mask on. I go around but cannot see where they are testing. I ask one of the chemists and they say there is no testing going on in that mall. I decide to call the government COVID-19 hotline number and am finally directly to one of the health facilities.

As I walk into the testing center, fear is crippling my legs. The set up is intimidating from the driveway, but I understand its for precaution sake. I register and go in for testing. Well its not pleasant feeling, but I assure myself its for the good of everyone, my self and the dear ones I work with. Well, it’s done! And that’s where reality starts!

The nurse reminds me I need to self-isolate for 3 days till results are out. I try to reason with her that I will be working with the same clients and colleagues I worked with yesterday and the week before, so it will make no difference. She gives me a document showing the set-out rules. There is no other way. I call my supervisor and he is at loss of words at first. I can feel the shock and almost hear questions running through his mind…. what does that mean, is my team affected, what about clients, what do I do…? It’s a big shock. I assure him that it was just a precautionary test. After making a few calls to the upper bosses, he tells me that I need to stay home till results are out.

The first thing that runs through my mind is that I need to stock up my small studio apartment with food for 3 days…. well may be more. Who knows what will happen? I put on my mask and walk into the supermarket. I can almost feel like people know I have been tested. Everyone keeps distance, I don’t know if it’s the mask I am wearing, or they can sense. Come on! I tell myself that’s imagination. I go and lock myself in my room and wait. Am still looking out the window and watching my phone for either a text, that means am safe or a phone call that spells out the……….


Submitted: May 04, 2020

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