Covid — I Wrote This At 4am Sick With

But you are effectively alone. Your virus has built a wall of contagion around you. You do not want to wake anyone up. You do not want to call a hotline at this hour. You just want someone— anyone —to say, “Yeah. Same.”

When the fever spikes, your ego deflates. All the little anxieties that consumed you last week—the passive-aggressive email from your boss, the social event you overthought, the diet you failed—evaporate. They seem laughably small when your body is literally trying to cook the invader out of your cells. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

And that is what this article is. A hand reaching out from another dark room, in another time zone, on another continent. But you are effectively alone

Then the chills return with a vengeance. “Yeah. Same.” When the fever spikes