The day after Diwali, I was gorging on some boondi laddoos after dinner. I am sure everyone knows that these delicacies are fragile and disintegrate upon the first bite. I had a small plate to catch any little pieces that may not make it into my mouth at the first attempt.
Needless to say, a few little boondi pieces fell onto the plate, and to my delight, even after finishing the laddoo, I was left with a few remnants. As is my modus operandi, I picked up every single boondi, and the plate was clean. Not a morsel left!
It’s funny how eating/food triggers thoughts. I remembered an experience I had a few months ago.
I had read a message posted about a young man with a cough and fever, overly concerned about himself being Covid-positive and about the ramifications of being infected. How will he procure medication if he was alone at home? Would he require hospitalization? Would an ICU bed be available if he needed it?
Via my volunteer efforts at StepOne, I called him to understand a little bit more about his symptoms. After speaking with him, it was evident that he was more anxious than unwell. Actually, petrified about getting tested. It took me a few minutes to alleviate his anxiety, guide him about self-monitoring, after which he was agreeable to getting tested. I advised him where he could get that done. At the end of the brief conversation, I could easily pick up on the dissipation of his anxiety.