I was in bed falling asleep when all of a sudden my throat felt irritated. I normally would just get up and grab a drink of water and then go back to bed. But I was falling asleep and didn’t want to get out of bed. A few minutes later, the scratchiness resulted in a muffled cough that was still loud enough to freak me out. Between Cake, podcasts, online newspapers and Twitter, and daily conversations at work, I’m inundated with all things COVID-19. After work, I had stopped at a Walgreens to pick up a few groceries, and immediately upon pulling into the parking lot I had this palpable feeling of “Should I go in? What if the place or the people there are infected?” I shook off the feeling and went in, but you can’t help checking the paper goods aisle, even though you know the toilet paper 🧻 fort apocalypse has left those aisles empty unless you show up between 7am when they restock the shelves and 7:20am when they sell out. So lying in bed and hearing that cough tonight was a paranoid’s canary in the coal mine. I knew I wasn’t going to fall asleep unless I did something. A long decontamination shower helped ease some of my concerns. Too wired to fall asleep and the scratchiness was returning to my throat. A cocktail of ginger ale with some coconut water seemed to help. I stayed downstairs for an hour to make sure my spouse had fallen asleep after my coughing surprise: this tweet I received from yesterday was on my mind.
Maybe me and Umar are the only one’s feeling increasingly paranoid. But I doubt it.