I Wrote This At 4am Sick With Covid

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.

Here is the truth: Tomorrow (or technically, today) will still be hard. But the 4 AM darkness is the deepest. Once the sun comes up, once you can call a friend, order soup, or open a window, it gets 10% better. And 10% is enough. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

So drink your Gatorade. Change your sweat-soaked shirt. Take your next dose of meds. Put on the most boring documentary you can find (I recommend one about paint drying—seriously, it helps you sleep). And know that somewhere out there, a 4 AM comrade is coughing, typing, and surviving right alongside you. If you need me, I'll be coughing in

Disclaimer: This article was written during the 4 AM witching hour, under the haze of a 102.4°F fever, with a cough that sounds like a broken lawnmower and a brain that has been replaced by static. The following is not medical advice. It is a survival diary. Once the sun comes up, once you can