I Wrote This At 4am Sick With Covid !!link!! -

And yet, in the middle of this, you’re typing. Why? Because the alternative is lying motionless and listening to the ringing in your ears—a high-pitched tone that sounds like a mosquito with a philosophy degree, asking you questions about mortality you aren’t ready to answer.

There is a specific kind of madness that sets in during the fourth hour of staring at the ceiling. During the day, being sick with COVID is a logistical challenge. You manage symptoms, you cancel plans, you text your boss. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

I don’t mean from left side to right side. I mean move to the floor. Move to the bathtub (empty, obviously). Move to the couch with your feet up on the armrest. Your body is screaming for novelty. Give it a weird, uncomfortable new environment. It resets the panic. And yet, in the middle of this, you’re typing