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I got COVID in March, and I’m still dealing with the physical repercussions every. single. fucking. day. Right now I’m lying flat on my back but in the next five minutes I’ll have to roll on my side because I can’t breathe in this position. I’m dependent on an inhaler. I had to leave my job. Even small actions wear me out, and my physical stamina and strength is a fraction of what it was before I got sick.

And I’m relatively lucky—I was able to stay at home for the 6ish weeks I was severely ill, I’m alive, and I have no organ damage. But eight and a half months later I’m still very much only operating at a fraction of the level I was before I got sick.

I caught it before there were confirmed cases in my area (March 8th, so about a week before “social distancing” was even a thing, and I either got it while voting or at work), so the one thing I take comfort in is knowing that I didn’t get it because I was dumb or didn’t follow the rules; I just got insanely unlucky.

It’s not worth it. You don’t want to get this. STAY HOME. DON’T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN. DON’T TRUST THAT OTHERS WILL DO THE RIGHT THING. You can do everything right but ultimately our safety lies in the hands of others. Remember:

http://blogs.wsj.com/atwork/2013/10/29/women-work-and-the-girl-scout-tax/

http://thinkprogress.org/economy/2013/10/30/2858091/women-workers-favors/

http://www.slate.com/blogs/moneybox/2013/01/06/women_do_favors_more_than_men.html

Street cat in Istanbul 

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“My wife and I forgot to close the garage last night. I think it became the meeting place for a secret cat gang.” 

Marine life specialists noticed a spotted eagle ray mother was having trouble and helped her deliver two baby rays