THE NIGHTMARE I WANT TO WAKE UP FROM ... aka Long-haul Covid
By the time I finish writing this it will be day close to Day 100. One hundred days of waking up in a body that doesn’t feel like mine. It's as if I'm living a stranger's life in a strangers body, and often I find myself dropping into the beginnings of depression, before I haul myself back up. That’s hard to admit, coming from a guy who was always healthy and always optimistic, and had no time for what he would call “poor me syndrome”.