That was the first night that I’ve slept mostly through, without any major coughing fits or internal scalding. Neck pain, and a few gurgles this morning, but that could be an empty stomach?

I’m not going to call it for a few days, but I think there’s a good chance I’m finally moving past this thing.

The pandemic spoiled me a little bit, isolating me and keeping me cautious about contact with other people (which, as an introvert, I’m prone to anyway, but more so).

I haven’t had a legitimate, non-mental health related illness in a long time.

I forgot how much they suck. When I think about people during the pandemic being willing to put themselves or others around them through much worse, because they couldn’t be bothered not to take a clearly bullshit meme on Twitter at face value?

Man, fuck those people.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 490 words, novel: Father Lightning