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Chickenpox Diaries: 19 Days of Forced “Me-Time”

 

Everything happens for a reason, right? Well, life just gave me 19 days of chickenpox leave, and trust me—it was not the kind of vacation anyone would ask for.


The first 4 days? Literal hell. Couldn’t even sip water without wincing, throat burning like fire, body screaming with pain. To top it off—full-time isolation in my room. 24×7. I used to check the mirror every day, hoping the blisters would heal fast. But honestly, though I always had clear skin, I didn’t even get sad about the “connect-the-dots puzzle” on my face. My only prayer was to get rid of the throat pain and weakness. And don’t even get me started on the bland food—life had lost all taste.


From day 5, things started getting better—pain faded, blisters began drying, and I could finally feel human again. But while I was fighting pox in my room, my class was living in a mini drama series. I left on a Monday after the 2nd period (two blisters + fever + body ache gave me away), and the very next day panic spread because, yep, contagious. And guess what? My roommate had just returned from home after recovering from the same. Talk about “roomie goals.”


Our classmates even wrote a letter to the principal asking for online classes since half the batch was down. So for 3 days, they had online classes (see how influential I am). But then came periodic assessments—I missed them. Painful, but okay. Then the real heartbreak—Onam celebrations. I had learned three dances, was so excited, and poof… ended up watching reels in bed instead. That stung harder than the blisters.


But here’s the thing—I genuinely believe life is like a mysterious treasure hunt. Every twist teaches you something. And these 19 days taught me plenty:


• Not everyone will stand with you in your lowest.

• Expecting people to behave exactly how you want is the biggest foolishness.

• Health is the greatest wealth.

• Kindness is a must-have trait in humans.

• Learning to love your alone time is healing in itself.


Chickenpox or not, life will throw unexpected pauses at us. Instead of sulking, take those pauses as lessons. Heal, grow, and come back stronger (and maybe with a few extra spots of wisdom).

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