"COVID doesn’t sleep, so apparently, neither do I. If you’re seeing this, go back to sleep for both of us."
This article will not cure your cough. It will not lower your fever. It will not bring back your sense of taste (though if you’re reading this, I hereby grant you permission to be furious about the loss of taste—it is genuinely insulting). i wrote this at 4am sick with covid
We have been living alongside this virus for years now. It has faded from the breaking news banners, replaced by the routine of seasonal boosters and rapid test kits tucked away in bathroom cabinets. But when it finally catches up to you, it doesn't feel routine. It feels deeply personal, disruptive, and incredibly exhausting. "COVID doesn’t sleep, so apparently, neither do I
When you find yourself awake at 4:00 AM, shivering under a blanket while a fever spikes, the world shrinks to the size of your bedroom. The glowing screen of a smartphone or laptop becomes a literal lifeline—a portal to a sleeping world and a canvas for thoughts that only make sense in the dead of night. It will not bring back your sense of
This is the terrible math of adult sickness. You are too old to call your parents for comfort. Too young to accept that this might just be what life feels like now. Too proud to ask a friend to drop off groceries. Too sick to care about any of it.