I Wrote This At 4am Sick With Covid Now

Don’t try to be profound. Don’t try to be funny. Just write whatever passes through your feverish mind. “My nose is a faucet. The ceiling crack looks like Bolivia. I wonder if the delivery driver remembers my orange juice order.” This isn’t art. It’s survival.

Managing to change out of the pajamas you’ve worn for three days. i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

Track your symptoms and temperature. If you have a pulse oximeter, use it to monitor your oxygen levels. Don’t try to be profound

Low-light shot of a humidifier steam, a pile of crumpled tissues, and a glowing phone screen. Audio: A lo-fi, slightly distorted beat. Text Overlay: a pile of crumpled tissues