The sun will come up. The fever will break. And you will remember this strange, dark night as the one where you didn’t fight the isolation—you wrote through it.
I don’t know you. But at this precise, frozen moment in the night, we are the same. Your throat hurts? Mine too. You just coughed so hard you saw a brief flash of your ancestors? Welcome to the club. You’re wondering if the third rapid test you took was a false negative, or if this is just the new variant that feels like a hangover from a wedding you never attended? I’m right there with you. By now you’ve read the CDC guidelines. You know to call a doctor if you have trouble breathing. You know about Paxlovid and pulse oximeters. You know the difference between Tylenol and Advil. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid
Instead, your mind latches onto the big things. The sun will come up
You found it.
For the first few days of COVID, you fight the symptoms with warrior logic. Hydrate. Medicate. Sleep it off. But by the fourth night—or is it the fifth? Time has dissolved into a slurry of bad TV and half-empty cough syrup bottles—your body rebels against the concept of rest. I don’t know you