I Wrote This At 4am Sick With Covid

At 4 AM, the logical part of your brain shuts down. The "fight or flight" part takes over. You become convinced that the slight pressure in your chest is not the standard bronchitis of COVID, but a rare, undiagnosed heart condition that WebMD definitely says is fatal.

There is a myth that great art requires suffering. I’m not sure that’s true, but I am sure that suffering removes the filter.

Writing this at 4 AM is a way to reclaim control. It is a way to say, "I am here, I am sick, but I am still thinking, still creating, still present." 5. Looking Toward the Morning i wrote this at 4am sick with covid

I am sick with COVID. Not the “mild sniffles and a Zoom call from bed” kind of sick. No. This is the fourth iteration of the virus that apparently decided to stop being polite and start getting real. It is the kind of sick where you forget what day it is, where you cry over a cup of soup because lifting the spoon requires bicep curls you didn’t train for.

There is a specific, surreal kind of loneliness that only exists at 4 AM when you are sick with COVID-19. The rest of the world—your neighbors, your family, the delivery drivers, even the deer outside your window—is asleep. But you are awake. You are not just awake; you are aware . Hyper-aware of every breath, every ache in your lumbar spine, and the horrifying taste of DayQuil mixed with last night’s Gatorade. At 4 AM, the logical part of your brain shuts down

But right now, at 4:17 AM, this is the truest thing you have ever written.

If you are currently managing symptoms, let me know you have been sick or which symptoms are bothering you the most. I can provide evidence-based comfort measures or help you track when it might be time to call a doctor. Share public link There is a myth that great art requires suffering

At 4 AM, that safety net vanishes. The silence of the house amplifies every symptom: