Drink your water. Take your temperature. Don't Google your symptoms (I beg you, do not fall into the WebMD rabbit hole at 4 AM; it leads only to terror).
My lungs felt less like organs and more like two heavy, damp wool sweaters I was trying to breathe through. Every inhale was a negotiation; every exhale, a surrender. The air in the room was stale, tasting of menthol, fever-sweat, and the metallic tang of a body fighting a war against itself. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid
I have tried to sleep. I have done the ritual: thepillow fluff, the water glass, the careful arrangement of limbs. But the fever has other plans. It wants me awake. It wants me to think. I Wrote This at 4 AM Sick With
Now go change your sweaty pillowcase. You’ve earned it. My lungs felt less like organs and more