The diary of the guitarist stuck in an apartment with three friends and Covid-19

My friend, a guitarist musician, was diagnosed with coronavirus.

I learned about this - like many of our common friends - from Instagram. Being not the most active user, Gagik Margaryan suddenly published Storiz: he stands at his own desk, and next to him in a white protective suit is a man more reminiscent of a liquidator from the Chernobyl series than a medical worker. After my alarm, it turned out: Gagik was sick, called an ambulance, he took a test on the Covid-19, and a few days later a positive answer came. He was immediately attacked by all kinds of instances that called several times a day, checking whether he complies with the presented requirements of the insulation. Together with him, two friends and his girlfriend were “walled up” in the same apartment. For a week we decided to ask him to call and record voice messages, fixing the events taking place in “imprisonment”. This diary is a story about how a person who was not taken to the hospital is experiencing, but left at home on the strict quarantine. Perhaps the thoughts described here will help our isolated readers to feel that they are not alone experiencing similar feelings. Even at those moments when it seems to you that you begin to go crazy and climb on the walls, remember: you are not alone.

Day 0th. Background

When this whole situation began (with coronavirus. - N. G.), we, musicians, began to understand that everything would close soon: all the establishments in which we usually work and play. We will have nowhere to earn money, and therefore we really squeezed the last juices from restaurants.

At the weekend from March 20 to March 22, we worked in full. On March 22, I even had two concerts (usually the guys hold one concert, in the evening. - N. G.).

The first of them was online. Then the story began with streams, when very famous musicians suddenly began to give home concerts on their Instagram live. We also decided to try to make a stream with the Berry Collins group, in which I also play.
Gathered in the center, in the bar 32/05. They made a stream for 40 minutes. After that I went to the second concert-to the Rock-N Roll bar. He returned home - Okay.

The next day, the vocalist of the Berry Collins group wrote that he was bad: temperature. A day later, I also had a temperature - 37.2–37.3. I felt weak, told my neighbors about it. They began to joke that I should be evicted from home, because I, most likely, have coronavirus. In general, they laughed and forgot.

The next day - again the temperature, snot, weakness does not stop. I think: well, I got sick, it's okay. And on the same day (Wednesday, March 25. - N. G.) wrote our drummer that he has a temperature of 38.6 and that he was completely dying. His temperature did not get down. Then he sent a photo where doctors are sitting at his house and take a test to the “crown”. And all. We started to wait.

My condition was very strange: the temperature jumped itself - it rose to 38, then fell to 37; The nose was laid - I did not feel smells at all; There was weakness. Well, as with a common cold.

On Saturday (March 28), the drummer wrote that his test was positive. At that moment, we sat with our neighbors in the kitchen.
We rent the three of me with my friends: Lesha is also a saxophonist musician, and Nareka is my friend since childhood. At that moment, my girlfriend was still with us. And she stayed with us “in imprisonment” so as not to return to the hostel.

At that moment, we decided to immediately call an ambulance, because before that I was directly in contact with the infected. The ambulance did not particularly want to leave: until I said all the data of our drummer and repeated that I was contacting him directly, but they did not pierce him on the base. Only then did they call back and arrived.

An infectious disease guy arrived, went into the kitchen, looked at us, asked: “Are you four?” And he said that this is for two hours.

Of these two hours, the collection of samples took about five minutes.

The remaining hours of the poor fellow filled a bunch of pieces of paper, called the dispatch, requested information to the rest of the guys, filled out the profiles on them. At first he filled everything at hand, then called some slow old woman and dictated everything that he wrote again. Repeated several times. And he cursed very much.

And all these two hours he sat in overalls: he constantly fogged the mask, he already spoke in his nose. We felt sorry for him, but we could not alleviate his suffering. We could not even offer him water.

All these five days (while we were waiting for the tests) were painful. Everyone sat and worried. Physically I felt bad, mental - too. When we took the tests, I personally stopped monitoring the news about coronavirus, because this news has already been in your apartment in essence, so you continue to panic inside yourself.

Day 1st. Diagnosis

Four days have passed since the moment we had a test. The guys and I were already starting to climb the wall, because it is difficult to, in principle, be walled up in four walls. At that time, due to illness, in principle, I was almost a week at home for almost a week.

We prepared food. They ate food. We watched the films. For example, I really wanted to revise for some reason Tom and Jerry. Every day now I watch a couple of episodes.

April 1 - it was just the fourth day from the moment they took the tests - aunt comes to us. From an ambulance. He comes and says that you need to take the tests again. We have a shock: we expected that now someone would come and say about the results. And in the end - again hand over the strokes. We are: "Where are our past results?"

She called the ambulance in the dispatch, and there the girl said that there were no results and there was nothing at all. We looked at each other, began to hug the entire system, as usual, everywhere a mess. In short, according to the classics.

At 11 pm, the doorbell rang. We open, and there are already two aunts. And one of them is the one that we had. And she is: "Well, that's it, we came for you!" And he points to me. And it turns out that I have a positive test for coronavirus, and for the guys - no information.

They are trying to find out from her what and how. She says: "It is not clear to you."

And they gave me paper-the consent that I undergo treatment on an outpatient basis, at home, that I have to observe the insulation regime and that I am notified “about the positive result of an outpatient study of my sample for a new coronavirus infection and a diagnosis-a disease caused by a new coronavirus infection (Covid-19)”. In general, this is my sentence for now.

They gave me this piece of paper, left. And the guys are sitting and do not understand: what's wrong with them? Doctors could not answer our questions. Everyone spoke different things.

When I was diagnosed, I posted the "story", where the medic is in a special coil, and I stand nearby. And dozens of different people began to write to me. In the morning, my phone was simply torn from messages and calls. Even those who once with me, maybe even saw me in life. Everyone supported.

Day 2nd

And then the tin began.
On this day, just everyone called me right in the morning. It seems that all Moscow authorities, which are, called me. They called from the district clinic, the district police officer called ... Everyone asked the same question: “Are you Margaryan Gagik Armenovich? Please tell me the date of your birth and your phone number. Do you have a coronavirus? Are you sitting at home? Do you have three more people there? Are you all sitting at home? " I answered everything: "Yes."

Some girl called from Mosgorzdrava. We chopped it for an hour. I just retold her all my route since March 22, that is, from the day of contact with the patient. Where I was, in which institutions, to whom I came to. 23rd I was with my parents. From the 25th I have been sitting at home.

I gave her all the names, surnames, phone numbers, who works and where. I just handed over everyone.

The dude called from some television department. Again I found out the data, asked if I had it at home and if I had the opportunity to contact me from the video. I was sent some login and password from my personal account on this website of the television department. They said that we need to register there and that they would “honor” (check. - N. G.) I have been there every day in the video: that I am at home and that everything is fine with me. They asked to measure the temperature every day and report to them about this by video communication.

The district police officer called twice. Again I asked if we were at home. I warned once again that you could not go out. Then they called from the district police. They reminded me that I should sit at home.
Calls. Calls. Calls.

Day 3

The third day, I found out that I have a coronavirus.
Every day they call from the clinic at 10 in the morning. When I sleep, when everyone is sleeping.

The guys lived with me for more than a week after I got sick, and they have a negative result. Very strange. So, apparently, it happens.
Yesterday I asked the doctor for a certificate that I was sick with coronavirus in order to try to take credit holidays in my bank. She said: "Okay, they will bring it tomorrow."

Aunt has come today. She had nothing with her at all: some kind of cellophane package with test tubes. She just took the third smear from me. I told her that I had already taken a smear: they should take a second analysis on the 10th day (this should be on April 7). She called to clarify the clinic. It turned out that they were really mistaken. But they took a smear. Do I feel sorry for?

He asked about the certificate. The aunt said that the information was apparently not transmitted about the certificate. The 7th will be brought. And I have a loan contribution on April 4 on April 4. Due to the fact that they did not give me a certificate, I could not contact the bank and get a delay.

We order the tables. Today, Evolution came. We also play in the “Colonialists” in the “Uno”. “Uno”, however, was already ashamed.
Friends are still writing to me every day. Describe the syndromes. Most have some kind of light shape, even without cough. I am some kind of consultant already in the coronavirus. They ask whether to call an ambulance.

I tell, look yourself, but all that awaits you is a headache from constant calls when they ask the same thing.

This is very tiring.

Many people ask how to make an ambulance leave for sure. One doctor told me that they were obliged to leave, but the paramedics themselves, according to her, are simply afraid to leave. Well, I myself had the same thing.

It became interesting to me whether I was sick with coronavirus rather due to the fact that I found out that a sick person appeared in my environment. I have regretted this call many times: I have a whole resolution that I can’t go anywhere, the phone is torn from calls. This very complicates life and demotivates. But from the point of view of a decent citizen, I acted correctly.

4th day

Yesterday, it was officially the last day of the isolation of Lech. Now he will be able to walk at least 200 meters to the store. We have a large apartment, but it is unlikely that it will be possible to run with a tracker on it.

Every morning we make stretching. Yes, three mustachioed men stretch onto the twine! And what, girls alone can only? In general, everyone in the conditions of home isolation needs to be engaged in some activity in order not to swim with fat and not go crazy. I can imagine that in a month people go outside and cannot even walk a kilometer, because their legs refuse due to the lack of load.

My parents are very worried. They also made a test for the “crown” after I informed the doctors that I had contacted them. Every morning they monitor me the same way as doctors. They ask if I got worse. But fortunately, it becomes better for me every day.

I would like to quickly get back. In theory, on April 11, if I cure, I can be released. At least just breathe air. Because it is impossible. Almost 20 days at home. It's complicated. Here is such a engine-pair.

5th day

Today they called from the clinic twice. They found out how I was doing. When they called for the third time, I wanted to start to swear a bit.

The third time I was offered treatment. They said that they approved some drugs for the treatment of coronavirus. They offered me to bring them tomorrow for free. The drug is called hydroxychlorokhin. This is a drug for treating malaria. I read about him now. There is a bunch of side effects. Some very “hard” drug.

And also the drug Caletra. It is for the treatment of HIV infection. Also quite toxic. I asked for time to think until tomorrow. Most likely, I will refuse.

Note

Caletra is a combined antiviral drug, one of the components of which (Lopinavir) is an inhibitor of HIV proteases (1 and 2). In the indications for use, only the item “Treatment of HIV infection in adults and children from three years in combined therapy is included. Among the possible side effects are standard set: from hypersensitivity, dizziness, light nausea and rashes on the skin to heart attacks, visual impairment and respiratory tract infection.

Gidoxichlorokhin is an anti -malarial agent that causes the death of all erythrocyte forms of various types of plasmodes. The description of the drug also notes that it has a therapeutic effect in some diffuse diseases of the connective tissue, but the “mechanism of action is not finally clarified”. Among the appointments: malaria and arthritis. Side effects are more dead here, but also warn of hair loss, anemia and increased nervousness.
Both funds are released by recipe.

It seems that I am amending and I would not really like to stuff myself with some kind of chemistry now.

It seems to me that, on the one hand, this is a good signal: there seems to be good drugs. But, on the other, is their effectiveness proved?
We want to make a musical video with a self -isolated group the other day. But it is not clear when we write down.

Day 6th

A rather productive day, especially compared to previous ones. Perhaps this is the first day when weakness has gone. I finally cleaned hard on my computer, streamlined everything and structured. It remains to clean the hard drive. There are three terabytes ...
Refused treatment.

Some destructive thoughts began to appear. Like, why is it all, if the virus is basically impossible to stop. And my experience is that many are sick around. And very many are most likely a “crown”. But many just “do not scorch” and sit at home, they themselves are treated.

If this virus still spreads around the world, even if we minimize the number of sick, then the meaning of all these dragon measures? That you are sitting at home, losing your job, business, what you have made with hard work. Very sad. But, apparently, there is a balance in the universe, because I suddenly arrived two offers for the work that I have accepted.

Day 7th

Today we came to take a third test from the guys. For some reason, my surname was not in her bypass sheet. Although how I am sick, Hello, I'm here. As a result, I took from me too, but this is my fourth test. There are no other information about past tests. We hope they were negative.

I noticed that for some reason, many are afraid to pronounce the word “coronavirus”. Even doctors. Even when today they called the phone from a certain service of “social monitoring”, they said they would bring some kind of gadget tomorrow with the application for tracking me, since I became infected with a “new infection”. Not a word about coronavirus. They said that I agreed to treat the house and that I would register in the Social Monitoring Appendix.

I don’t remember all this, since this is not in the pieces of paper that I remained. And in the pieces of paper that remained in a single copy they have, we did not even have time to read anything.
As for the gadget, we all hope that it will be the 11th iPhone.

Day 8th

At eight in the evening, this device was brought. The girl-volunteer called the door and left the Huawei Y5 phone at the door in the package. It seems new. Although the screen is stained.

Probably because they installed software. I hope that only by, not wiretapping.

Turned on. The application “Social Monitoring” was immediately displayed. There is a memo, what to do with the phone. It is written that then the phone and the SIM card will need to be returned back. There is still an agreement where it is written that it is isolated until my attending physician decides to release me.

In addition to this application, there is nothing more on the phone. I can’t get out of it, nothing.

The essence of the phone is that every time I will receive a push notification, I will immediately have to take a selfie in this application and send it. How often it will come is unknown. The instructions about this is not a word.

12 nights. The phone stopped working and hangs. What to do with it now is incomprehensible.

Day 9th

In the morning I called the Center for the Social Monitoring application. The operator directed me to a specialist, he simply recognized my name and phone number. And he said that they would understand. I understand that this is some kind of my problem, and many phones have stopped starting with this application.

They completed a music video with the Ginn group.
At eight in the evening, the application finally earned.