In another world, I could have been checking into a hotel.
Only instead of staff, two fellow COVID-19 patients welcomed me at the door, with a plastic box filled with toiletries, snacks and masks, and showed me to a small room I would share with another woman.
It was the start of my 11-day stay at a facility for COVID-19 patients in Myanmar, and my recovery from the disease.
In late November, I tested positive for the coronavirus in my home city of Yangon, after two nights of fever and persistent coughing.
Despite being prepared for the worst, I broke into tears when the doctor told me I had tested positive.