I Wrote This At 4am Sick With Covid !!top!!

P.S. If I made any typos, blame the brain fog. If this doesn't make sense, blame the virus. If you need me, I'll be coughing in the corner like a Victorian orphan.

After five nights of this rodeo, I have curated a survival list. If you are reading this at 4 AM, go get these things. Now.

My hair is plastered to my forehead with a cold sweat that smells strangely like ammonia. My throat feels like I swallowed a cheese grater. And the digital clock on my nightstand is glowing that violent red that sears into your retina. Outside, the world is silent. Inside, my sinuses are a construction zone. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

At 4 AM, the logical part of your brain shuts down. The "fight or flight" part takes over. You become convinced that the slight pressure in your chest is not the standard bronchitis of COVID, but a rare, undiagnosed heart condition that WebMD definitely says is fatal.

Until then, I’m going to try to close my eyes again. I’m going to count sheep, but they’ll probably be wearing masks and holding bottles of Gatorade. If you need me, I'll be coughing in

There’s a raw honesty that comes with this level of exhaustion. You stop pretending to have it all together. You realize that the "grind" can wait, the "hustle" is irrelevant, and the only thing that actually matters is the next breath. The Light at the End of the Hallway

You’re either freezing or burning up. Solution: Solution: — Written at 4:17 AM

— Written at 4:17 AM, Day 6 of COVID, from a couch that has become a boat adrift on a sea of used tissues.