I still have to figure out , as to why do we attach or rather associate ourselves with a particular number , colour , place , car , bike, etc? My best guess is that we do so to satiate our alter ego . Mine , a mix of Amitabh Bacchan and Clint Eastwood , believed , till date , that number nine was my lucky number. I don’t remember how that came about . Perhaps my birthdate , a number nine, since it is eighteen of the month, or may be the notion that number nine is a strong number, both as per Indian numerology ,made me consider nine as my lucky number .
However, I was to be taught yet another lesson in the Randomness of Life,
a self-coined concept, and doubt the
veracity of nine as my lucky number before I completed half century of my existence , in this world,
by, recently experienced , nine days
trip to hell and back.This long note,which follows, is about that untoward
journey .
D Minus 5 (5 April 21)
‘I formally accept that I am old now ‘ I told Dushyant, Dusy , my best
buddy , who stays next door to me in Lucknow when he came to pick me to the Hospital. We both are on study leave ,
basically a fully paid sabbatical for
two years , where we are re-learning how to do nothing,’ Nothing At All ‘,
24*7 ,365 days . Those who know us also know that this is what we have been doing almost all our lives
. I read somewhere, long back, that if you can pass a totally useless afternoon doing nothing at all and not be fed
up with it , then you have learnt to live .So I guess, we are re -learning to live .
We, self and wife, had reached
Lucknow ,same day morning, after a short trekking vacation in Dehradun, Musoorriee and beyond , Nagtibba to be precise .
D , in the paragraph heading, stands for D day
or the day when main action or attack takes place , in military jargon, and D minus
stand for number of days before that.
“And
what about being an ass?”he asked .
”Was
that not confirmed long back ?,”I
quipped .
When
I reached Lucknow , that day morning by a night train from Dehradun, I could
feel that there was something wrong with me, besides normal viral fever which I
had since last 2-3 days , I had trouble even walking out of the Railway Station to the the Cab . When I reached home I immediately called Dusy to take me to the Hospital. He ,
probably understood, on phone itself,that things are serious .He himself had
suffered a life threatening health issue few years back and I believe when you
experience something like that you tend to understand such situation much
better and faster than others .We, and
both our families, were
to later muse over the
coincidence of us being around each
other in such situations .
Upsana,wife,
wanted me to take a shower and then go , another thing that I have to figure
out is womenfolk’s obsession for showers .They should be educated on water
scarcity in India in particular and the
World in general ,read Aamir Khan’s views on bathing and also be told that our one shower fulfills a village’s drinking water
requirement in our country for a week .
who is to bell the cat so I
quietly and meekly declined .
The
Doctor at the Hospital , after seeing my state ,admitted me and suggested to
not even go back, even arrange to get my things delievered . Dusy did the Paper work and ,
literally, deposited me in the Triage , where they first test you for COVID . I was
quite hopeful that I won’t be positive
since I was already vaccinated , with
both doses . But after one drip and two hours later , to my surprise , I was
declared positive , one positive which people dread nowadays . I was shifted to
COVID ICU , to be monitored for some
time . My SPO2 level, made famous by COVID, was between 90-94 .
Upasna,
who had been informed earlier , dropped my stuff, we could only see each other from far . I was mentally
preparing myself for a short stay in
Hospital. I was to proved wrong again.
After
few hours of monitoring , in the night , I was shifted to COVID ward. The Ward was in quite a
bad shape and besides it was a common ward for Officers and men . The bad shape
could be owing to the fact that COVID cases were ebbing slowly and complete
country was under the impression that we had conquered COVID . Pure complacency , for which the whole country
paid dearly ,and continues to pay.
The
bathrooms were messy and the Ward was
just a big hall , with patients inside
the mosquito net , as there were lot of mosquitoes too. I was allotted a bed next to Bathroom . I knew it was going
to miserable stay , besides my fever was rising and I was getting breathless
too. My discomfiture was exacerbated by my fellow pateints, who wanted lights
on in night and talked on phones with loudspeakers on.
We, now, surely need lessons to be introduced
in schools for mobile phone manners
besides civic .
The
mosquitoes were sorted by Army’s omnipresent mosquito net , which I had managed
. The Ward boy , after he came to know that I am a serving officer , my long beard and hair has been fairly helpful in my attempts to
hide that , informed that next day all
officers will be shifted to separate officers’ ward . Relieved, I changed into relaxed clothes , and
went to sleep .The fatigue , loss of taste along with pumping of medicine in my
body had started.
D Minus 4 ( 6 April )
Next
day , Officers were shifted to an ad hoc
officers’ COVID ward , which was about hundred meters from our existing location . I found it difficult
to even walk those hundred meters as my condition was deteriorating . New place
was just a shade better , as it was still being organized ,since COVID cases were rising . I got to stay
in a room with two more officers with attached toilet, which was some relief . My companions were a retired Doctor and his elder brother.
Corona
was gaining on me and the medical staff was still in
the old location , hundred meters away .Besides
,they had to go through perennially hateful
inspections of the Army. My stuff ,
which was in old place , arrived after two hours and five reminders .
My fever was high , whole body was aching ,
taste,smell had gone and mouth stayed parched. Till this time the oxygen levels were
safe and like always I ate , or pushed down my dry throat , whatever was given to eat . Upasna
suggested ORS , a kind of
electrolyte .I managed two packets and
kept on drinking water mixed with it .Retired
Doctor, fellow patient, was also eating and drinking properly , while his brother, a civilian, was not . We both
knew this eating and drinking can save us . The continuous attention of medical
and administrative staff was missing.
Later
, in the evening , when I could not
handle the onslaught of Corona and disorganized behaviour of staff, I
rebuked at the Doctor , who came for evening round ; “Are you waiting for one
of us to fall down ?”.
The
Doctor apologized, explained their issues
and also informed that next day , since the current ad hoc arrangement was not working out properly , we
will be shifted to a proper officers’ ward
in Base hospital, which would be quite comfortable .All three of us were
quite relieved .
Our room, here, was a small dingy one with no AC or
Cooler . The doors and windows were without any mesh , meaning that opening
them to get fresh air in would invite mosquitoes and we
were without mosquito nets too. While we were preparing to retire for the night ,with hope of shifting to better accommodation
next day , to our misfortune , there was
an electricity failure and it seemed there was no alternate arrangement . It was a
typical hot April night of plains in North India and it
was, literally, a torture with no electricity,
high fever and fatigue . All three of us were in quite bad situation and were
merely enduring what could not be cured.
My bed was next to the door and my idea, at night, when I could not tolerate
the heat , to open the door after swinging the drip around , which was attached to my arm , in a bid to
let more air in was counter productive
with hordes of mosquitoes coming inside
.I had no option but to
close it back , curse our luck , hope for electricity to get restored , and till then sweat it out.
There was no electricity the whole night and by
the morning we all were drenched with
sweat and how I wished sweat was COVID’s antidote .
D Minus 3( 7 April )
By the morning I was
totally exasperated , after having gone
through that torture in the night. I
felt very weak though,to my relief, the SPO2 levels were well in safe
limits . We were shifted to Base
Hospital and what a relief it was to move to a proper Officers’ Ward. This one
was quite airy , had ACs too, along with
all other required facilities and round
the clock availability of medical staff for supervision . After spending sometime
there , when I thought I was getting better, they attached me to a machine, to check my vitals as my SPO2 had started
dropping.
Next
door guy , who turned out to be an Ordnance Officer , seemed to be in bad condition in high fever told me “If my fever comes down I will live “
And
I was telling myself why is this young guy talking about death.
Saw
Upasna , when she came to drop some
stuff . We could, again, only waive at each
other from far . Things , to me , were pointing to an early recovery with fever
coming down, reduced body ache and return of smell and taste .All this time
I was having lots of water with ORS , along with fruits and coconut water ,
which Upasna had managed to be delivered to me every day ; besides the food given by the Hospital .
While
I was thought that I am recovering COVID
had something else in mind as drop in SPO2 level
continued.
D Minus 2( 8 April)
The
routine had changed by now . I was getting sweetened hot milky water called Tea
in the morning at six, breakfast at seven , lunch at 12:30 PM and dinner by 7:30
PM. A different kind of weakness had taken over, I found myself dozing on and
off even while being on phone . I did not
have energy to reply to messages which I received being AOC(Army
Ordnance Corps) Raising Day .
Since
my SPO2 was getting low I was put on an Oxygen concentrator. Now I had a drip in my
hand , a finger clip for 24 hours in my finger to monitor SPO2 , Pulse and oxygen tubes in my nostrils. I had lost
count of injections, drips and medicine that I was given.
I guess things took a southward trend when I noticed
them increasing medicines and giving me two injections ,one in morning and one
in evening in the stomach .These two injections would continue for next ten
days. I had, literally ,left my body at their hands and let myself be their guinea pig , besides I had no energy or breath to ask or
talk .
Trip
to loo had started becoming tiring and
SPO2 had started showing high eighties after the loo trip initially and later it started showing low eighties . Empire , finally, struck back.
D Minus 1( 9 April)
The
continuous drop inSPO2 made them consider shifting me to COVID ICU. Though I was in constant touch with Upasna and Dusy I
think I had started losing a grip on reality with hypoxia kicking in .
In
COVID ICU , I shared my room with an old gentleman , who turned out to be a
retired general of Army Medical Corps . By now I was losing track of things
around me . Visit to loo was continuously dropping my SPO2 level to 81-82 and
once it touched 77, which is reasonably dangerous and scary . I was on proper
Oxygen now and all my actions were in
slow motions .
“Are
you a serving officer?” , “Yes sir “I replied to the voice looming over me
which had general’s rank on his shoulders . He was the local Major General Of AMC(Army Medical Corps),who was officially
visiting the Hospital.
“How
come you have a beard ?”was the next
question , and I thought can’t he see I am miserable enough to not even mumble a reply.
“Because
I always wanted to have one “was all I could say. He seemed to understand my state.
‘Sir
, Do you need an attendent for the
toilets visits ‘ my Doctor asked me
during his evening round .
I
guess I did not fully understand what he meant but the Vijay Dinanath Chauhan
and Dirty Harry, my alter ego, refused in
one voice . I was to understand what he meant, later . I had this feeling that half the time I was
floating, which I attribute to hypoxia . At times I felt , due to lack of oxygen , as if I was above 15000 ft in mountains . I remember telling myself this too shall pass.
Besides
that , I started telling myself other positive things too, like” Tough times
don’t last tough people do”,”There is so much to do and experience “ ,whenever I was in my senses, to lift my soul
. Military training, if undertaken in the right earnest , has the potential to
change you for a life time and I always like to believe that it did for me,
besides I had the best being from National Defence Academy .
Besides
Upasna , Dusy , family in Noida ,through Neeraj ,my younger Brother , there was
one more person who was constantly seeking my updates and that was my nineteen
year old son , Nihal ( Rocky )who is
studying in UK and is now a UK citizen . I often joked with him that I will stop
treating him like a kid only when he
could do more push ups than me . In our last two meetings first one in Greece in 2017 and second one in
Leh in 2018, he could not beat me but
his concern now proved that he has grown up and not only in height, he is six feet two
inches now .The joke has lived its life .
Sometimes
when you see your kids growing up you wonder as to why do kids grow up . I wrote a
short Hindi poem on same subject, few years
back, whose english translation goes like this :-
“WHY DO THESE KIDS GROW UP
Why
do these kids grow up?
Why
does their smell ,
Which
was so intoxicating gets lost ?
Why
their touch,
Which
was so sweet, changes ?
And
they run away from our touch.
Why
their world
Which
used to revolve around us , changes ?
And
our world , starts revolving around them ,
And
they don’t even come to know.
Such
are laws of nature .
This
love is also quite perplexing.
May
be we too , no,for sure , were like this .
But
even then .
Why
do these kids grow up?”
D Day(10 April) The Longest Day(Green Over Red)
Here
I was , on D day , floating half the time , not able to grasp as to what was
happening to me , suffering from low oxygen,continuously on drips with lot of
medicine being pumped into my body including two injections every day in the
stomach. I guess I was talking incoherently too , I also remember
saying something to the retired General ,my neighbor , who took that in his stride .
It
had been more than a week that I had taken a bath and besides that torturous second night , when there was no electricity in that small dingy room ,
had made me covered with sweat and I am sure I must have been smelling too. The
long thick matty hair on my head and long beard , courtesy my sabbatical from
Army life of regular crew cuts and daily shaves , were itching for a clean up.
I
made up my mind, after lot of deliberation , to go for a quick shower .So in
the afternoon, when generally everybody is sleeping in Hospitals,I walked in
slow motion to washroom. I had got used
to moving in slow motion , any normal or fast action would immediately affect oxygen levels adversely
and make me extremely breathless and
tired . I decided to shampoo my head and
beard first.
While
I was at it I had an eerie feeling that
something is wrong . All of a sudden, level of breathlessness and associated discomfiture
started increasing and soon it was at a scary point . I could
sense that I might collapse inside the washroom and things may go south, I also dreaded the thought of me found collapsed in washroom . I
dropped whatever idea was left to take a shower and decided to head back to my bed, with my oxygen support; so I
started winding up. But like love
this, winding up, also could not be just
hurried up . It also had to be done in slow motion even when my anxiety levels skyrocketing with no air going inside my lungs ; I could
feel my breath stopping at nostrils itself , I felt I was on a verge of
collapsing .
Suddenly
I heard a voice calling me from deep, down
inside “Tu aaj nahin marega ,
beep (you wont die today beep) , beep for
appropriate expletive .
I think
in Hindi , my primary education has
ensured that . This voice kept on
getting louder ,repeating the same thing over and over again .I winded up and without wiping my head properly
I headed back ,with that voice pushing me, towards my bed and oxygen
support.
When
I reached my room there was a nurse and
a nursing attendant for some work, as usually at this time no body would visit us
.I caught a weird look in their eyes , through their PPE kit . I slumped or
collapsed in my chair and put my finger
inside the finger clip of vitals monitor.
I looked at the oxygen reading which was running fast downwards , past eighties
, seventies , sixties and finally it stopped at fifty seven . I heard the nurse
utter something and I have faint memory
of what happened after that as I found myself on bed breathing with oxygen cranked up to maximum .
The General told me , later,that they
were up at me for quite some time . I think I stabilised in some time . Though it’s all hazy now , I think I passed
out for a bit after collapsing on that chair and that nurse and nursing
assistant revived me .
I
remember sharing the incident with Upasna ,afterwards, and we both decided to go for a RT PCR test
again. I had, now, understood why Doctor had offered me to be shifted close to wash room . During his visit in the
evening I asked him for RT PCR test , he was reluctant initially, as I had been
admitted for a few days only, but later agreed when I told him I had contracted the virus 6-7 days before
getting admitted in Hospital . That night I was shifted to a different room,
much closer to washroom ,where I was
welcomed by an old patient with a saintly look and smile .
When
I closed my eyes that night I realized that I have had
a very close brush with the End that day.
I have nothing but flashes of that day , like Rocky says, most of the time , he has flashes , whenever I remind me of a story from
his childhood , our best time together .
Its
so tragically ironic that your best
memories of your time with your offspring are, at the best are mere flashes for them .Such is the nature
of life and love , you can’t hold it forever.
D Plus 1( 11 April)
D
day is followed by consolidation or
counterattack stage . I had a feeling in the morning that worst is over .My
blood sample for the the test were taken , had the nurse had not told me I
would not have come to know since , as I said earlier , I had lost the curiosity to even ask
as to what they were doing with my body .Upasna had sent newspapers, that I had missed , so I spent
sometime going through them , I also
realized I was slightly better than yesterday . Saintly looking neighbour offered more newspaper and fruits . I
said no to newspapers only.
For
reasons unknown, he looked divine and
God’s reminder for me to be thankful for letting me live . He had a very soft and reassuring voice .When I noticed ‘Gita , As It Is ‘, on his
table , I could not but help talking about . I noticed that he had a bemused
smile on his face all the time , when I was talking to him about Gita .Till
date I find his presence, there, as divine .
The trips to loo , which was nearby , were
short and scary now .
I
was woken up in the afternoon when the same nursing assistant , who was there
yesterday when I touched 57 , excitedly
gave me the good news that I was COVID negative now . We punched our fists
together .I was for them a strange serving officer
with long hair and long salt and pepper
beard , which was partly pink due to Holi colours put by Myra and Vihaan , our favorite
kids and friends’ children here in Lucknow. The beard had been drawing quite a bit of attention .
After
the result it was decided to shift me to a normal ward . By evening I was
shifted to normal officers’ ward in a wheel chair , with oxygen support,but
since the SPO2 levels were still not okay I was shifted to Medical ICU , to be
monitored for another 24 hours .
This ICU was different , everyone was a
critical patient there and hence lot of
action .A doctor was always around ,with
2-3 stern nurses passing instructions in regular intervals with
continuous beeping of life support equipment in the background . It had those inclined beds that
we see in movies, where they look extremely comfortable , they are far from it in real life , at least
mine was .I was given different set of clothes , basically a loose apron and a pyjama , lot of wires were attached to my
body along with oxygen support making me much more uncomfortable and, actually, pitiable . Fresh ECG and X ray were taken ,
which turned out okay , I guess. Upasna came to see me . Though she was visible relieved , on hearing
that I was COVID negative but in no time
,seeing me helpless and uncomfortable in that situation in that anxiety raising place , she got quite disturbed, could not handle it for long
and chose to go back .My oxygen level was hovering around 91-92 and there was
nothing alarming in various tests that they carried out .I was kept under strict
monitoring and even visit to loo was not allowed , so I had to pee in a bottle
. Washroom was allowed only for big job , that too with attendant .Whole night
I was topsy turvy in that uncomfortable
bed trying to adjust numerable wires
attached to my body ,overall it was
another tough night .
Next
day morning after brushing my teeth , peeing in a bottle , I got used to it , and breakfast I heard the good news that
they were considering shifting me to a normal
ward, as I had been stable . I thanked God, as I had been really uncomfortable
in that miserable place .The decision was confirmed after the morning rounds of
Doctors .
Dusy
visited , he too was also visibly
disturbed ,seeing me in that attire and situation but soon was relieved when our discussion turned to tricks to pee
in a bottle , without spilling . He accompanied me to the normal ward , when I was shifted there on
wheel chair with oxygen support .
On
reaching officers’ ward , I met the same retired general who was my companion
in ICU and learnt that he was going to be my companion again in this
ward, we both were pleased to see each other and we both
knew that we were pleased because we had survived a major scare on our lives .
D Plus 2 (12 April ) to D Plus 5 (15 April)
I
woke up ,relieved to have made it out alive . The weakness was killing , I was
still on oxygen and found it difficult
to talk . Even a trip to the washroom ,would make me breathless with SPO2 levels
hitting high eighties .
I
continued to be on oxygen support for next three days . Good thing was that I
could be visited by family and friends. I slept a lot , ate a lot and did not even think of attempting to take another shower . I
continued to be on intravenous drugs through the sixth
cannula, place from where the drugs go
in, made on my arms .
On
15 April I noticed that SPO2 was not dropping that much and on trial basis I
removed the oxygen support on my own for some time and it turned out to be okay
, and I continued without it using it
only at night . This was the time around which I wrote following note, The Zest for Life, and messaged it to my
close knit circle of family and friends.
“THE ZEST FOR LIFE
I
was to learn the hard way that even zest
for life can cost you the Raison D'etre for it ie life itself. We had a Holi to
remember, with plenty of cannabis the
head was reeling till late night and my favourite kids manage to colour me real bad with an aim to dye my long and much disliked , by the, beard.
Next
day I got to know from Neeraj,my younger brother ,of his plans for a small trek
ahead of Mussoorie, and I jumped at the opportunity. We reached Dehradun ,my
favourite place , with a small cough ,and ended up drinking hard with my school
buddies ,car- o- bar types ,you know how it is with school buddies.
On
1st April I was down with viral ,so I thought ,body aches accompanying and a
hangover .I thought of cancelling the trek .The famous zest for life kicked in
and I decided to give it a try till base camp .
The
road head was five hours drive from
Dehradun and base camp was four hours of climb,about which we had no idea.By
the time we reached base camp, at an height of 8000 ft ,I knew I was done . The base camp itself was
very cold and windy at 8000 ft.We decided not to go ahead and return next day
,which was two hours of climb
down .
We
climbed down next day , 3rd April, and we could not make it back to Doon , so
we halted in Mussoorie where I had high
fever .I was still thinking about Viral
/Asthma attack as I had been fully vaccinated around ten days back .
On
4th April I was in Dehradun ,at my Nani's place ,but in a bad state
with fever, headache and body ache and later took night train to Lucknow .First thing
after reaching Lucknow, on 5 th April, I
went to hospital ,the Doctor
there did not allow me to leave hopsital and admitted in corona testing
ward and lo and behold I was diagnosed as
Covid positive.
The
torture began from 5 April till 14 April ,till I was declared negative and
stabilised .I must have changed 5 hospital rooms in these 5 days
.It was a torture like none another ,8 days on oxygen support and 5 days in ICU.
Once my oxygen dropped till 57 ,they say you can be off in 60s.The torture part
will stay with me to remember it by .I am better now ,in normal ward in command
hospital Lucknow ,still breathing through a tube because of Covid induced
pneumonia, which will take time to recover.
The
grim joke in the family is that my ticket was issued, and it has been refunded
.”
After
monitoring my progress for few more days
, I was discharged on 20th April ,a total of fifteen days in hospital with five
days in ICU and eight days on oxygen support .
Dusy
, who visited me almost everyday , had come to take me back .On the way back
from Hospital , we managed to laugh a bit on my condition as I had to hold his hands to walk even few steps , and he asked in a
jest ,” ,Gin and Tonic , on the way back home , sir? “, and we ended up
laughing a bit more.
I
am home now , first thing I did, after I
thanked God, at home was to take a
shower, this one was after seventeen days and this time around there was no
excuse for me .There is a long road to
recovery as I was discharged with a diagnosis
of severe pneumonia due to COVID , with the virus behaving unpredictably and affecting post COVID
patients, especially severe cases, in many unknown and sometimes fatal ways .
Its
been a week that I have been home, things which are normal for all us are extremely tiring for me
like taking a bath, talking in long sentences , going to loo, etc .These
are times when whole world is yearning to be normal , a shift from pre COVID times when everyone wanted anything but
normal . A
reminder to all of us that normal is
fine.
Those nine days in hell , from the time I got
admitted and till I was on proper oxygen support after being negative made me see life differently ,yet again,besides questioning the lucky part of number nine for me .It made me believe in quotes like ’Life is a
journey, which you take alone’. One may be blessed with co passengers for
some time in this journey but the jubilations , the dopamine effect and
more importantly the pain is for one to
feel alone and go through , always and every time .
Though
the Streets of Paris are always beautiful but there is no point if you can’t share them
with someone these someone being our loved ones .These loved ones can only be around us
to share our joys and not bear our pain, they can only empathize . Likewise this experience is for me , and me alone, to
reminiscence that pain once in while ,when I need a course correction
, for nostalgia or when I need to thank God for the second birth
I have blessed with .
.
When I thanked Doctor ,profusely , for
saving my life he said ,” Its your will power ,Sir, because at that stage the
treatment is same for everyone “.But , I count on following things, besides
love and best wishes of family and friends , which saved me and gave me second
birth in my fiftieth year (all other variables ,including enjoying nature and life ’s bounty to the
hilt staying the same ).
1. The medical care of Army Hospital . I was admitted
at right time and the medical care of Army , which we sometime crib about ,
comes at number one
2. A life lived of physical
activity , which besides bringing a change in perspective ensures that most of
the body organs are exercised and lungs are reasonably strong .
3. For a year now , since first lockdown was announced last year in
March ,I have been doing pranayama in
the morning , though not very regularly. This made sure that my lungs , inspite
of being slightly asthmatic ,were reasonably
strong with increased capacity . I could
easily hold breath for a minute and twenty seconds and jog for twenty five minutes
without being out of breath.
4. A old man and friend , who now lives in
Pune , inadvertently encouraged me to
start running again around ten months back,
when I heard that he has taken to running in mid sixties , something which he
had never done before .I started running again , something which I loved but gave up around five years ago due
to left knee pain, once or twice a week , that too not
consistently . This little bit of jogging
coupled with pranayama made me
regain strength in my lungs so much so that on my recent trip to Gopalpur in
Febuary , a beach town in Orissa , I did a 5 km in the morning on the beach ,
without being tired or out of breath.
I
am alive , humbled and happy , to have survived a nine days trip to Hell. I
also realize that I am
quite blessed as only few get back from the place where I have been .
There
is lot of love and concern pouring from family and friends and I am limping back to normal health, which will
take time , around three months I guess as severe cases have a lot of
complications .I wake up next to the
person whom I love and who also alternates as a very good cook .I am eating a
lot , partly because of her cooking abilities and partly because of heavy
steroids that I am taking .Reading a little and watching lot of TV .
And for
now I am staying alive and it’s just another day in Paradise .
WRITTEN :May 21, After surviving the near fatal attack in Covid phase 2 in April 21
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