I just need a space to write.

Day ... of quarantine. I've lost my count.

It's almost 11 pm. I'm trying to get some sleep, but seems like my head won't allow me to. Been having a bad headache the whole day and it doesn't seem to get away anytime soon.

I think I'm badly dehydrated. That probably causes the migraine. It's funny how my friends usually call me a walking-water-gallon on normal days, while I keep forgetting to drink these days while staying at home. Just because I don't feel thirsty. I'm going to stay hydrated the next days, I'm working on it!

Honestly... one of my patient called me this noon, demanding her full denture to be finished as soon as possible. But there's nothing I can do. The hospital's been disallowing any kind of treatments, except emergency ones. They've been cancelling all patient appointments. I can't help but worrying about it. I'm worried she might run away. I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

I should've just... let the universe do the rest, but I couldn't help but worrying. 

Isn't that... humane, anyway?