Hawk On Fire

I started the year by asking myself if the year 2020 is the start of a new decade or the end of the last one. It was all the rage on Twitter in January. Everyone was all like, “I have 20-20 vision that 2020 will be MY year.” And I couldn’t wonder why there would be any significance in discussing the importance of this year. Did I want a new beginning or did I want a final farewell to probably my favourite decade of my life? And then March came. Words spread that a pandemic was unraveling and a new virus was spreading. Everything went into lockdown. I remember it because I was in the ER the night the NBA season got suspended. The doctors were all talking about this new virus. Every one of them wearing masks. Saying that flights from here to New York were cancelled due to a person falling ill to the virus. I took a taxi home that night, back to my aunt’s apartment because of cat sitting, and probably got the best sleep I ever had this year. But before I get too detailed, I myself became ...

So nobody told me I had Covid-19. Here's how it all went down. I think it was a Thursday, the 20th of February or some time during that week where I started to notice symptoms. I have this striking memory of feeling like an old Chinese man coughed in my face at some point during that week because I went to sleep one night and for some reason, I had this taste of nasty Asian sea food within my throat and I felt like a cold was coming on. But at first it felt like a made up dream. I took a zinc tablet and a vitamin c pill before I went to bed like I normally do when I feel a cold coming on. When I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t breathe through my nose. My throat was clogged up and there was heavy pressure in my chest. I went to the washroom and took some Claritin to clear my sinuses and Advil cold. But it didn’t work.  I was in bed the next few days, unable to move, literally trying to gasp for air. Sleeping was a nightmare. The only way I could sleep was to have a towel by my ...