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Thread 1. seeing twitter feed feels like doomsday. Want to share my dad's story. Didn't have the courage to write so far. Dad contacted covid after Durgapuja in Kolkata. First wave peak in Bengal.
Dad was both dengue & Covid positive. He is also a doctor at a government hospital
Dad was both dengue & Covid positive. He is also a doctor at a government hospital
2. Dad got admitted to MR Bangur that day itself. Ma got tested. I waited till her result came negative & flew back to Kolkata. Dad's covid was mild, asymptomatic. We were more worried about dengue. On day 6, dengue seemed to be on check.
3. On Wednesday afternoon, he wished to come back on Friday & isolate at home. In the evening, suddenly his SOP dropped & he was shifted to New building of Bangur hospital with ICU facilities.
4. At burn ward of Bangur (now converted to Covid ward), I visited everyday to send him home cooked food, newspaper, books etc. Though he said Bangur hospital provided him with all of these & more. Everyday I saw employees falling sick with fever and not attending.
5. *Unable to attend. Continuous sanitization & screening took place. Yet they tried to provide kind service despite heavy mismanagement and lack of coordination between the two buildings.
6. From day 6 till day 18, dad was in the new building, in ICU. We would only get information once daily, directly from the doctor, try to gauge his expression from the tone of the voice, decide whether to call the brother who was stuck in Milan, Italy
7. Day 16, at night, he contacted us, hallucinating, from a nurse's phone and say things which are unusual. I freaked out, managed to send in a phone somehow, and he would type in to my Pishi that he is on the verge of dying.
8. I won't go into grim details of dad's suffering but suffice to say pishi and us tried to get hold of everyone in the hospital. Finally he was sent to the seventh floor under 24/7 doctor's observation and was administered new medicine.
9. The next day, doctor went to speak to him. Video called us once & he ate an apple on call. I wrote him letters each day which the stuff reached to him. Dad got those letters home when he returned finally.
10. When he left ICU, his dress was torn apart. He wore a surgical gown. He could not walk on his legs for three four days. He didnot eat solid thing for 18 days. I consider dad's homecoming to be the biggest gift by this universe.
11. All those who are ailing, I hope you keep the faith. Fight on. Fight till your last breath. One life is all you got 
we have got this.
we have got this.
