Hello! Your friendly, archetypical, “young,” no-known-chronic-health-issues New Yorker here — taking a little break from trying her darndest to be offline. Lots has changed in the world since I last tweeted, but I see there are still those who resist taking this virus seriously. So let me be your cautionary tale or that Tweet you screenshot and send to your incredulous uncle.

It kinda pains me to say it out loud, because I don’t want to cause scares, but I’m still very ill and not back to normal, 25 days into presenting Covid and Covid-related symptoms.

I realize I’ve been quiet #onhere, but a short update: I tested positive for Covid-19. I’ve been fully self-isolating at home with my husband since Monday, when I got tested. Before then, we were self-quarantining since last Friday. The symptoms started last weekend, and while things are more stable right now, they were relentless for a while. The highest fevers I’ve had since I was a child. Incredibly scary shortness of breath. Non-stop chills. A level of fatigue that I’ve only been able to describe as “feeling as though every ounce of energy