I threw out all those old tests. The ones that said I was sick. And the ones that said I wasn’t sick anymore.

I lied though. I took a picture, in spite of myself, of all the positives and the negatives. I couldn’t not. I take pictures of that sort of shit.

I didn’t share it though.

Nobody out there needs another picture of somebody else’s covid tests.

It seems as though I’ve made a full recovery, for which I am grateful. Friends around me young and old struggle with long covid indiscriminately so to be left with only my familiar ailments to confound me is a relief.