surviving christmas

this year's christmas day is kinda different.

as you know (no you didn't), I prefer christmas eve rather than christmas day itself, because I'm a night owl and I like christmassy lights kinda things.

This year, for the first time in my life, I spent the christmas time alone. Totally alone in kos-kosan a.k.a. boarding house.

My dad just tested positive for coronavirus PCR test few days ago. My mom is taking care of him at home. With oxygen tank, pulse oximetry, and medications by my family doctor (and also me checking on them everytime on call). And me myself even got common cold going on and recurrent chronic pharyngitis, it was so bad I was having mild fever these two days around. So I decided to just do self-isolation, luckily I have whole week off next week so yea, will see~

This is terrible because I'm thinking about my dad alot, I even cried in tears on the way to puskesmas this morning (and it was on grabride, which is ridiculous actually), worrying about him, but I'm trying to stay strong, because seeing my mom was so patient taking care to dad makes me feeling even more guilty.

I just wanted my dad to be recover soon, and my mom to be healthy and strong. As simple as that.

Merry christmas, folks!