Quarantine: Hotel from Hell

Our family of four, a mother, father and two daughters aged 16-14 were on vacation in Crete. During their stay, this Greek island is colored red on the map of Corona. We follow and do everything according to the book. We do tests before leaving, everyone is negative. Mom and Dad took the first dose and Corona passed after that. New test in Gardermoen: Our oldest daughter tests positive in the initial rapid test. We understand, of course, that work is needed, but the following has exceeded any imagination.

Eldstedatter should take a more comprehensive test, called a PCR test. Of course, this is not a problem. The result will not come until after two days. Dr. Dropin at Gardermoen can then tell us that if we had our own car at the airport, we could have gone straight home. We don’t have that, so the eldest daughter has to go to a hotel for quarantine. But we did not want to leave her alone in such a place, so it was agreed that the mother would be with her, and the father and his youngest daughter would return home.

Responding to change: – Too late

What kind of scheme would this be then, I guess no one gets hurt in isolation? Wouldn’t it have been better to bring her home? A “ferry taxi” comes and picks us up. We can’t take a regular taxi. Next question: Can’t this “ferry taxi” drive us home then, so we don’t live very far after all? “No, it probably won’t work.”

Eldstatter and I are going to a hotel, we don’t know where. We were taken to a maxi taxi and told he couldn’t help us with our luggage, we should pack as little as possible, and sit in the back. “Sorry, but these are just stupid rules I was asked to tell you.”

We arrived at the hotel. This is the back entrance. Now I’m starting to feel like a mix of lepers and criminals. No help, no smile, just a request from one syllable.

Complete confusion about the rules

Then comes the completely incomprehensible: My daughter, who was then diagnosed with coronary heart disease, and I, who was negative and not fully vaccinated, will live together almost in a room. 15 square meters. Sharing the shower and bath! We get a critical message: “Do not leave the rooms for ten days.” close the door. I don’t understand this: not that we live in a castle, but that we have houses in which there can be more distance for the rest of us than in a room of this size?

The fact that the room was dark and unpleasant, with a small window overlooking the parking lot and warehouse, did not make things any easier. I also wonder if there is a doctor … After all, my daughter’s test results came back positive, what if she gets seriously ill? She also has an asthma-like condition…no information on medical follow-up. There is no information on anything.

Norwegians, what do you not understand?

One idea that keeps spirits up: They said at Gardermoen that if we had a private car, we could go home. Then no problem, I think. Dad is at home, there’s the car we should have gotten at the airport, he can just pick us up tomorrow. I wish I could sleep with an optimistic mind, but having your baby with a potentially serious illness, and you have no idea if there’s a doctor near you makes it difficult. I must also admit that a slight phobia also began to appear. I have never been told before that I am not allowed to leave the room…

Finally, it’s morning. The guy and I both agree that it makes sense that he can pick us up, because it’s a private car that was important the night before. Call the front desk and say we’re leaving. Then the coffee process begins – yes, I’m exaggerating now, but I have a feeling like Joseph K. That you are fighting something you don’t understand – you did something wrong, but you don’t know what. I am cursed and desperate.

It is seen as a punishment

I received a phone call from a Ullensaker municipality representative. He could knowingly state that Dr. Drobin was wrong about this with a private car. We have to wait for the PCR test result. If the eldest daughter is positive, there are ten days in the hotel, including me. Again, isolation? I do not understand the logic. “That’s what it is.”

I will book the hotel for ten days. In fact, I feel a panic rise inside me. Since it is completely illogical and apparently no one listens to reason, one becomes reasonably desperate.

Then follows my phone marathon Because it takes too long to describe in detail, but we received different information from different agencies and we had to figure out for ourselves how we could get out officially. You have finally succeeded.

I informed the front desk that we had agreed to home quarantine by our area manager, and I would like to get out. Can we go out in the parking lot and wait for Dad there? No, you have to stay in the room until the security guard knocks on the door. Then I’m about to click. I’m not a criminal, you’re not allowed to keep me locked up.

Weights come in and ask what kind of car we’re picking up. What does that have to do with the case? We run because he’s sure our car has arrived. What else should it be? getaway car? From the same back entrance. We never saw any reception.

Eldestater and I went out Hotel hell after a scrawny day. This was due to tireless efforts, countless phone calls, insight into regulations, good communication skills, good persuasion skills, and the use of advice from friends in relevant environments from both my father and I.

I’m sure the people at the hotel are unbearable sitting wrong. it’s wrong. I’m also sure I wouldn’t be sitting here in isolation with Corona if we could go home and not go to quarantine hotels.