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Got some blood work back recently, and have come to twitter dot com to tell you that Covid-19 is a weird disease.
I probably have it, but I seem to be out of the woods. Here& #39;s what went down . . .
1/17
I probably have it, but I seem to be out of the woods. Here& #39;s what went down . . .
1/17
On a grocery store run 13 days ago (Mar 24), exhaustion hit me out of nowhere, like a bag of doorknobs was challenging my immune system. I went home and told @justinelavaworm (who& #39;s immunocompromised) that I had to leave right away. Luckily I had a place to isolate.
2/17
2/17
Spoiler: Justine still has no symptoms after 13 days, so we got lucky. If you feel symptoms and are able to isolate from the rest of your household, it& #39;s worth it to do so quickly. At least use different dishes, hand towels, etc.
3/17
3/17
The first days were REALLY weird, halfway between a gnarly flu and a gnarly party drug. Yes, a party drug! When I get a bad flu, I often feel trippy for a few hours before the illness proper hits. With this thing, that disassociated feeling stuck around FOR A WEEK.
4/17
4/17
The *newness* of coronavirus was palpable. Neither the disease nor my body seemed to know what they were doing. My joints fizzed, like Alka Seltzer was stuck behind my kneecaps. I could somehow FEEL the clockwork of self-replicating whirligigs at war in my bloodstream.
5/17
5/17
The progress of the disease was chaotic, with lots symptomatic pendulum swings. In some ways, a new disease isn& #39;t an Invasion narrative; it& #39;s a First Contact story.
The virus thought I was a pangolin, and my immune system was hunting mosquitos with a bazooka.
6/17
The virus thought I was a pangolin, and my immune system was hunting mosquitos with a bazooka.
6/17
It was also pretty trippy for this global event (freighted with discourses about race, foreignness, and capitalism) to shift from a distant, abstract news story to something fizzing away in MY ACTUAL BODY.
7/17
7/17
